Innocence
Laughing, dancing,
Happily making
Joy upon the world.
A tiny thorn,
for thee not worn,
A tiny prick, a little hurt.
It breaks the skin
It leaves it thin
A piece of it left vulnerable.
Infection grows
It never slows,
It gathers strength from you, within.
A monster brews
And you must lose.
The clock ticks- you must follow.
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