A forest between what could be a dream
And what reality could seem
A forest between homes
And what would be all alone
A thorn between protective
A thorn between possessive
A boy on top or on the bottom both would be the same...
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Soul
Poetry"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
