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If love were as blind as the wretch that I am
Maybe my world would be at peace again
I would not wake up at night crying after nightmares
in which I hear his voice tell me it's done
Beautiful things have thorns like a rose
I'm being choked by a vine of radiant flowers
His face once made me smile
now when I see it I can't eat
every promise he made is a bed of rusted nails
and even my most hopeful dreams have wilted
I wished for a love that was foolish
In my darkest hours the beauty of this world
All came together to eat me alive
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Apollo Carr
A writer hoping their poems might mean something to someone during these times
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