She woke up in the morning with thorns in her veins,
Her body, poisonously bane.
It was as if her sins finally penetrated her brain.
All the dark roses that bloomed last night,
The roses plucked by her white knight,
Had left her back with a throne,
that pricked her ever so slight.
she was sure to be sticked by societal sight.
But she didnt mind.
The walk of shame was her pride.
Now that he was by her side.
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