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The thorns made the scars
Blood was oozing through the blisters
I was awake and heard the screams
Is it me? How should I know?
Falling from the heights
I felt like cotton floating in the air
Coming down I felt the heaviness
I saw the trees with birds resting
I could hear the birds’ chorus as they flew away
Crack of broken trunks or bones?
I could see the roses dashing beneath
Needles through my flesh?
I was watching the beautiful sky
The blissful moments of happiness
Clouds covering my blues
I was resting and I found myself
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