Brambles black and thick.
Brambles sharp that rip.
Tie around me so I can feel my blood.
Grow on me to hold me back.
Grow on me to bring me down.
Grow on me so I cannot soar.
let me feed your floral tendrils and let my blood water you.
Oh black brambles please grow something good from this heap.
Let you be something good that comes out of me.
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Don't rub your feces on the lampshade.
Leonard Cohen is a poet and a god....
Transcendent One: Does he really *matter* to you?
Annah: He matters more to me than life!
Transcendent One: Then die.