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Innocent

I feel a sense of warmth and safety come over me. A smile crosses my face. From my feet to my noes i am captivated by innocent bubbles of joy. i look down and your there, holding my hand. Craddled like a baby bird trying to spread her wings you hold me close and keep me safe so one day i might fly.



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