Thorns

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Prick.
Blood drops.
A tear drop of red.

Thorns all around me.
Ripping my clothing.
My face full of dread.

Sticking out,
Underneath a leaf.
Fear going to my head.

It stings.
I try to run.
But I lose my tread.

I fall.
So much pain.
I'm left to bleed.

Blink.
Losing eyesight.
I'm left for dead.

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