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On the sweetest of flowers

Lies the cruelest device

The stem of a rose

Has a thorn not so nice

But that’s nothing compared

To the plant of the thistle

One touch of a spike

Makes your skin start to bristle

Beware of their beauty

Exotic and raw

When you least expect it

It’s your blood that they draw


Writing Prompt – Thistles and Thorns – Day 2/31

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