Keep me close, but

do not hold;

stay inside,


do not shut the door;


linger there

awhile, but 

do not mourn.

I am gone, but

coming on the storm. 

Do not 

welcome me;

clutch me like ah-ah

too tight.

For I am a 

wild rose. Thorned. 

A fawn.

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