she was a flower

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He often thought how she
reminded him of a flower
so delicate yet so beautiful
Her thorns pricked him and
made him bleed but how
could he let go when she
gave him love in return for his
She pricked him where it
hurt him most yet he smiled
at her and accepted it as love
He was blinded by the
thought of love and forgot
what love actually felt like
but how can you blame him?
Every rose comes with a thorn
and his rose was no exception

He often thought how she reminded him of a flower so delicate yet so beautifulHer thorns pricked him and made him bleed but howcould he let go when she gave him love in return for hisShe pricked him where it hurt him most yet he smiled at her and ...

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