Innocent

Clouds and Virgin Marys feathers
Perfume feet endless roads
The light too bright red and blue
There’s a river running down south
Trees measure the distance of your faith

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Drops of blood falling down the sink
It’s not a crime to be a woman

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Our eyes never met, too many screens in between

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Do your ears sometimes feel stuck?

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One time children running around a playground
Parents chatting
The disaster happened
Between two words and the flight of a ball

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Later, a cab driver quit his job
He left his car his money his landlord
He left his city his wife his bag
He walked and slept and wept
No one remembers