Stubborn thorns

Here’s another irony. When I’m calm the things I say cause the most chaos. I’m just riffing. I like how words feel in my mouth. My girlfriend called me disgusting over some bad poetry. Feel the divine, dear. I can change if it helps you love me. I can’t change the word no. That one is a stubborn thorn.

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