The Canuck

Valley of ThornsThousands of pricks all around me, Protecting the vanity, Guarding their everloving rose.Valley of Thorns
Stabbing the impulsive, Wanting to just live, To grow naturally and then decompose.
There's a valley where they all grow, Wanting to take control, Of what, nobody really knows.
All we know is their beauty, Wrapped in their brutality, But that's only what they show. What they show...
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Within each rose is a tale to be told, Memories of the days and age of old, Before everything became so cold.
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Allow me to..introduce you to my blade!
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