we have yet to close the eyes of our youth
we stick their hands into a boiling ***
cover their ears from the slight moan of truth
feeding sweet nothings till their teeth rot
age seven
yet petrified of existence
bliss was tangible in glimpses of innocence
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
we have yet to close the eyes of our youth
we stick their hands into a boiling ***
cover their ears from the slight moan of truth
feeding sweet nothings till their teeth rot
age seven
yet petrified of existence
bliss was tangible in glimpses of innocence
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