The vine from which I swing
Has been no thing
But of something
Some of which
I don't need
For those of some
Harbor thorns
And prickle my skin
Red
It is that
Of sensitivity
My reasoning
For letting go
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Prickled Thorns
The vine from which I swing
Has been no thing
But of something
Some of which
I don't need
For those of some
Harbor thorns
And prickle my skin
Red
It is that
Of sensitivity
My reasoning
For letting go
