Innocence is a delicacy that this world feeds upon.
As a wolf in the wild would do a hare.
Perfect little blossoms bloom only to know despair.
Bright little eyes dim from horrors seen,
Dazzling diamond loses its gleam.
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PoeticBiscuit (
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All too quickly lost...thank you, this was a thoroughly enjoyable read : )
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