Poem Thorn Posted by Amber on October 20, 2016 A rose is a rose, which you are not You are the thorn that pricked by soul And nicked my heart You tricked me you sly fox But childish games only trick me once You foolish little fox Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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