*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. You can read all about it here.
Would it be different if we tried again?
Or would you still be a thorn on my rose?
The embers; still warm; when I see your face.
But I shield my heart from the blows.
You can’t just erase the past,
Or make me think you’d be kind.
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