WE LIKE TO PICK OFF YOUR PETALS. We like to smile as they fall to the ground. We like to sneer when the thorns take their place. We like to leave you behind when your touch prickles.
TRUTHFULLY, YOUR THORNS ARE LOVELY.
But we leave anyways.
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TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES
Short StoryWE WALKED WITH WELL-BRED PRIDE, TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES, HEARTBREAK IN THE TRAIL WE LEFT BEHIND.
