A Rose With Fewer Thorns

Another woman's scorn is another man's treasure.

The richest of all the gems to cherish.

Unblind-folded to what seems at hand.

Visual to sight what once was at present.

A cache to rope of a pretty wingless being.

Only to find yourself, alone, and bewildered.

 

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