Pure


Never expected; overlooked
The thought never crossed in either minds
An innocent, troubled evasive soul. pure

Laid to rest, at the time of midday, but never woken
Caged in by bars, preventing ins and outs
Even the breath of that innocent, troubled evasive soul

Lost.
Nursery door closed and boarded
A soul, two pairs of emotions, kept inside, both doors and bodies
A family brought together and torn apart because of
An innocent, troubled evasive soul
Even more pure than ever

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