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Attack of the Thorns
The words are racing
A thousand miles apart
But condensed within my mind.
Black roses blossom,
Clouding my vision
In disguise as something beloved.
But the reality is much more tormenting,
Each avoided thorn
Is an uncertainty overcome,
Overcome through fear and trivial passion.
For the truth to be uncovered-
Questions from all directions
Make your subconscious scream,
Screaming to the surface,
To your dreams
Of tangled messages.
Unwind them with all your vitality
And let the dreams heal your wounds
From previous battles of exertion
So that you are equipped for the next race;
For the race of the roses.
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