Land of Innocence Cut

IMG_1468Cut! The knife is thrust
there is no blood:
just here it turns

Bitter movement in my bust
there is no pain:
just here it churns

Slight betrayal of my trust
there are no lies:
just here it burns

the haziness of early eves
crawls upon a day pristine
it taints the land of innocence
with awkward tumbling leaves


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