Another poem by me, but its ass.

I am not human, I am I singular thorn of a rose.

Declined by mankind and tossed to the side, I suppose.

Sometimes I wish I was a rose

Flourishing and loved in a healthy abode

But no.

Not me.

For all I am, is a singular thorn of a rose.

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