Thorn

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Thorn

The rose thorns
Stick out of his head
Where the nostrils used to be.
The stem and leaves
Come out of his mouth
Fixed in a permanent grimace.
The bud blooms
Out of one eye socket,
The other one
Blackened and empty
Reminiscent of his insensate soul.

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