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He Reeked Of Innocence
He reeked of innocence
You could smell it on his breath
Hear it when he spoke
See trails of it on everything he touched
It radiated off his clothes
And shone from his eyes
You could feel it brush you when he passed
It was practically leaking from his pores
The purity
It left you breathless
The sincerity
Left you crawling in your skin
The innocence
Kept you mesmerized
He reeked of innocence
Bleeding Out
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