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Sin in Innocence
Moon hangs high and white coats the earth,
breathe in and out.
Frozen air in my lungs; his touch hurts.
Racing thoughts hurry in a blur.
Warm hands on my back,
then run up to my hair.
Hot lips press against my frozen face.
He kisses me; my first.
Now I know sin's taste.
"Do you trust me"?
No, but what will they think?
What do they see?
Pain in my pelvis;
hot breath in my face.
But this can't be it!
Regret in eyes;
pain in my heart.
On the bed, how I cried.
I wish for a second chance;
and pray to god to forgive my
first sin in Innocence.
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