thorns without the rose
shred to pieces
the tender flesh of the soul
as a hand outreached
goes untouched
by increasing disgust
and backs face
an upturned face glistening
with tears for love –
only love,
and nothing more.

A/N: Inspired by Tim Drake… puh-lease, my favorite Robin… going through ffs!

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