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Innocence is precious.

Irreplaceable.

It is a jewel made of glass.

One wrong move - it shatters.



You are innocence

But inside that glass there is a fire.

Intense, ready to be released

Tired of being ‘Pure’.



Your eyes tell me plenty

Of what’s going on inside your head

You speak common words with a blushful air

I hang on to every word you’ve said.

Cherishing this innocence before it’s gone.



I have always been the ‘Bad Influence’

Destroying purity as teenagers search

For Adulthood.

I have lit the way.

Helping them find who they are.