a child.

A child so innocent,
born of beauty and grace.
To protect this innocence
a job for many,
for his mother.

She, the corrupted
having a child to remember,
remember when she too,
was innocent.

Still that was long ago,
when life was simple,
when a holiday didn't make her feel horrible,
when it didn't make her worry about life,
merely just a present of age.

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