Roses
By sky_wolf19
The way they tempt you with their enticing smell
I find myself following their scent blindly
ending up in a flower bed of roses
I loved roses so much
I jump in
the roses greet me with smiles
but their thorns are gone
when I become one of them
will my thorns be taken away?
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