Poem -
a girl and her thorns
My lips look best
painted a bloody crimson,
as it compliments
the sharp prick of my
stilettos.
You should be warned
that if you hold me
the wrong way,
you'll wind up hurt in the end.
I love in the way
that I think-
dangerously.
I strongly advise caution
before you pick
me.
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