Innocent and dying

Two slowly dripping taps,

you show me sitting back

at my table empty of ware,

sat by cradle baby, so bare,

innocent and crying

primal scent and dying.

Torture me, promise,

bought your creed, solace,

growing full and content,

sowing good and repent,

a tired belief, melt, exhausted,

I cried relief, felt accosted.

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