Oh, my sainted "friends" out there
angel-wings flapping into a blur
downcast eyes, demure looks
you attend to me
or so you say
Myriads trusted you for years
not I, no, certainly not I
teasers, pixie-twins gone mad
pulling my hair for love
scrubbing my face to pulp
pushing me down the stairs
all of it to prove your love for me
Whenever did I seek this perversion?
All the time, you say, hardships mature
oh no, I say, don't expect this to be for me
no crosses for me, no crown of thorns
It becomes you, they say
humans and thorns go together
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