Innocence.

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The night that you took my innocence was bright

As the sun painted us orange and gold

Through the window,

The sounds of the ocean clashing
against the rocks.

Angry with each other.

Until we finished at sunrise

and watched as the darkness of the moon was swallowed by the yellow of the sun.

And I lay there in your arms

Questioning whether you really did take my innocence

Or if you were just making me pure again

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