Thorn
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Persian Nightingale
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Every time
I sit on her stem
Falling in love with her smile
Something sharp hurts me abruptly
Awakens me for a while
A Butterfly winked at me and whispered
She doesn’t mean to hurt you
Beloved
She wants to know
How much you love her
While tasting
The tasty hostile!
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