… in the forest at my university.
thorns
sharp …
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pointedly colorful …
‘damn it, you little prick …’
it hasn’t let go yet …
guardians of the ice …
sketchy thorns …
‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?’
Beware, Real Love
forlorn …
C’mon. I dare ya …
step carefully …
more ‘ouch’ …
anger …
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