A garden of thorns
There it is
A rose beams brightly
Even still in it
When torn and hurt
There by it
Or shielded and welcomed
Luckily in it
Will you find comfort
Even with me?
Or pain you’d choose
Even over me?
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A garden of thorns
There it is
A rose beams brightly
Even still in it
When torn and hurt
There by it
Or shielded and welcomed
Luckily in it
Will you find comfort
Even with me?
Or pain you’d choose
Even over me?
What do you think?