Thorn full of blood

Lenient in love deviant in pain respect cares concerns all to remain I reached afar in hopes of kind hands to cleanse away tar wilted yet forcefully in bloom she has sent her best in lust of my doom yet another thorn sopping full of blood though I'm not so easy to hole up in mud I strive yet survive I weep yet promises I keep fare thee well I must prevail pushed past your hell beginning a new loving tale

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