It was a cradle of innocence
          defiled by your presence.

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Became a web on my soul,
             The cradle of virtue a tattered
remnant of what was visited upon.

My heart was a silken gullibility, sewn into you.
               And you tied it to a block of distaste,
sinking below the waterline of my heart I drowned silently