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Thorn

I gave thou my ardour to lock thy heart
Like a rose trapped in a sweet tart
I kept your photograph inside my wallet
With memories more to collect
Fell to hung on your pink wall
Away from you by one call

 But,
You tried to slip like a thread through a needle
But I comforted you with my cuddles
Culpability in your dictionary kills
Which you never tried to heal
You could have made me to fit in your necklace
But you slit my heart with the rose thorn freebies
I shuffled among your lies and fake promises
Rather filmed it with happiness
I uncovered our footprints, I poked them till the eyes open
But you never recalled what it looked like
Saw, heard and remembered !

 Winter will think back to your lit harvest 
For which there is no help
When the thorns are kissing the fingers
Goodbye,
I will neither speak the truth nor the comfort
I will have no tongue than a wound without your effort.
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