"My rainbows are worn."
"Watch this.", she smiled
and with her brush
painted a thorn in my side.
"Now I've nowhere to hide!"
I ran for soap or rain
but slipped and broke to surrender.
She offered a knife for the pain.
Whatever the wound
I knew it would stay a while.
Her gift glinted in my side,
in my hand. I smiled.
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