Erin McBride

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Children; so innocent, pure.
Unaffected by the thorns in the bed of roses.

As time goes by the thorns sink into the subtle soul
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2.

Soft ivory sinking into the key slip
making their sound sone
into the vial distance.
...

The blank space we create is an illusion -
the suffering minds suffering confusion.

Walking forth blind folded
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Childhood Roses

Children; so innocent, pure.
Unaffected by the thorns in the bed of roses.

As time goes by the thorns sink into the subtle soul
of those who play in the rose bed.

Swallowing up the spirit that once ran free.

In the garden of Childhood Roses.

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