Born.

wearing only one face.

a face,

of innocence,

for only a short amount of time.

A breath.

the first of many.

the breath that begins a journey,

the journey of life hath been born,

as another, has come to an end.

the age of innocence, now dead.

when life has departed,

to return from whence it came,

Innocence will then return,

though it should have never left.

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