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Innocence stolen

Why does sadness weep within my pores?

What ever I see is immediately absorbed

It seeps in deep and swallows me whole

Like a wormhole, nowhere to go

I ache for solitude, to be left alone

I can’t even return now, there is no home

Torn away, ripped as a page from a book

My innocence is gone, it has been took


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