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Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

Chris Allchin

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.
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Different Pain Strange
My closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Close Friendship Himself Lying Myself True
A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.
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Beautiful Fight Power Season Tree
Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Flower Sharp
I want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.
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Learning Love Myself Relationship Secret
Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Change Yourself
These empty halls are crowded, this silence is too loud. Shadows they call out, now i’ve lost what once was found.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Lost Loud Silence
You cannot force a vine to grow the fruit of an apple tree, for the sake of your love of apples. What fruit can it possibly bear?
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Force Growth Love Possible Tree Yourself
I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Best Break Up Forget Myself
You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Bad Break Up Darkness Habit Light Stars World Yourself
My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Alcohol Crush Love Myself Yourself
Now i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.
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Break Up Memories Myself Yourself
You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Forget Love Myself Relationship Yourself
I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.
CHRIS ALLCHIN

Beautiful Love Relationship Solitude

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

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