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The thorn!
Jan 14 11:15 pm
At first a thought,
Of all loving shorn...
Soon a terrible storm,
Blots out the morn!
Hurt breeding hurt,
By pure love borne...
The dream's the nightmare,
And life's forlorn!
Agonies' first gift,
Pure hurt is born...
Deceit unfeigned...
Tales of the thorn!!!
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