The fragility of innocence
cannot be spared by diligence
or cushioned from the coming blows
by any doe-eyed diffidence
for soon we face the precipice
the drop-off of our purest bliss
where we confront a world of woes
and such destructive avarice
that either we become so jaded
any hope for love's degraded
or, we pray some savior shows
before our will has faded.
Are You Reading Me?
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