<The Innocence>
The tears- they clean it all away.
They wipe it, wash it, fix.
But what repeats itself today
Is turning into weeks.
To deepen, tighten, to forget:
To wake up with the sun...
It's not for those who sing duets,
Or those who look for fun.
The water- flowy, glowy, bright-
Will make you who you are.
The flower - gentle as a child,
And young as it so far.
A touch of wind-
And you are free,
Devoid of fear and stunned.
The stream of blood-
And you agree
That all we are is wild.
Erase what's present, make it pray
And turn it into dust.
This is the end of the Decay-
This is a Cure from lust.
Return to precious - come back home.
Don't wander in the dark.
New Aphrodite's born from foam
That's whipped amongst the sharks.
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