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Barbed and brittle, branches reach
Clawing their way, from the ground
Forgotten, against a wall of stone
No flowers will bloom, no life around
He left them to die, for no reason at all
The only feeling for him, now, is scorn
This human one, who cares not for them
For him, they have blossomed in thorns
August Writing Prompt – barbed brickles – Day 9/31
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