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When I plucked tha thistle wi’ my hand
I knew I’d feel its bite
But I needed to remember the scent
You see, my heart does have its might
A taste so sweet and tangy
Also has a bite
As when you clutch
Climactic powers gripping through me
And still, here, these drops of blood
Aching sharply, even as the scent
Of you lingers, connecting us
Joining our molecules, fusing us as one
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