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innocence The rain fell on my head
as i strolled into the city
Wet, my parched hair took in the water
the sight was a pity
the night before, I met a whore
She asked me for my time, I closed the door
And paid her with my money, gave her a name
Taught her that we weren't the same
Because the differences cause the nights to close
or else I'd be there for a longer time
as it played tricks, and was not for me to choose
sand fell before I had a chance to rhyme
So I sent her a carbon rose
It was not my job to intrude, in her presence
I felt more open than closed
for whores have an unfastened essence
So I left her pimp a fist
Dirty blood spilled over her bed
Outside, the feeling was a mist
And he rolled over dead
She looked at me with foggy eyes, and took her hand in mine
With a forbidden smile, she was free
She showed me a loving sign
and lifted her heart unto me
I said goodbye with a sigh
as I left the rainy gates of her presence
her touch has left a stain
and my virgin lips have been pained
Maybe I'll meet her again someday
but until then my own way
I have problems to mend
and loved ones to tend
