There is no rose without thorns
A rose emergence, blooming
Deadheading from what have been hurting
Scorning the bomb that have been ticking
Cast me aside
And the midnight
A crypt in the silence
Mistreated consequences
Tired of the cliche
To feel alive astray
Flip over the palm
To let go of the qualm
A quiet and silent patience is the calm before the storm
A love that transform into an unidentified form
An innocent fool were made by an ignorant rule
A minuscule manipulative is something to be ridiculed
--Ulrich Bahn, 16/11/2023
Theme : Love, Self
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