Pierced

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Willful petulance spreads amongst the roses until the petals fall from thorned stems

You and I were destined for the thorns

Rise up now, bloodied from flora’s battle

Rise up and heal

Scars left from broken romance form the strongest bonds of destiny,

Preparing the heart…for the truest kind of love

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