Innocence

the night gropes me
the way drunken uncles do young girls
in Hollywood dramas
that fail to touch
the air smells like dead leaves
and lost innocence
distantly similar to rotting flesh
slowly the puddles become ponds
of muddy water
running down pale cheeks
salty drops
disguised as rain

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