I planted it in dark soil, watered it with tears of anger and hate. It grew around my heart and twisted round my soul. Ebony thorns tore wounds that no one could see. Inside I was bleeding. At last a dark rose bloomed. The scent of bitterness filled me completely.
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David Rae Stories 
Lovely! My favorite line: “Ebony thorns tore wounds that no one could see.” I had no idea I could be so cruel! (My name is Ebony) 😛 Thanks for sharing!
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That’s a great line ebony and fits into the poem perfectly. The idea is that that the wounds are self inflicted. Mind if I steal it and and it in. I actually use almost the same line line my novel. crowman. When Spoiler alert Utas returns to the dark tower
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I mean your line “I had no idea I could be so cruel”
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