I'm your princess.
I'm your sickness,
Your incurable disease.
You do feel me.
Wanna keep it.
When I'm gone, you cannot breathe.
I do pierce you
When you kiss me.
And you hug me when I'm dead.
I'm a thistle,
Plain and pricking.
But you see a rose instead.
24/10/2018
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