Innocence (Remove filter)
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She danced under the moonlight
Deep, deep into the trees
Until the morning mist
Made her the dew upon the leaves
She dripped unto the fertile soil
Where fragrant flowers bloomed
Then bees refined her into honey
And your eager mouth consumed
Your sticky lips, like summer, shone
As you sowed your field of corn
And the innocence of restless youth
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Wednesday 6th January 2021 12:49 pm
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