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Innocence revisited (Free verse) by Caducus Two spines laid on countless spines.
Soil was brunette
A body yard from virginal
And my seed was unspent
Until her declaration soddened her thigh
And I cried on a shared sternum
Where countless I love youâs
Were wasted on from desire.
It was Autumn I felt sorry for,
And when I feel like falling â I return,
To the spastic oak ravaged since by lightning
That split our names into splinters.
It is Autumn that took my innocence
And not the brunette of spring.
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