Poem -

Innocence; A virtue.

Obliged to silver, a feeling of lingering tranquility

There were too many broken promises and breaths holding a stench of liquor

Remarks made from the man who was supposed to be reverent, 

but proved about the maturity level of a frivolous teenager. 

We ask ourselves riddling questions that rattle our true conscience. 

Are there confines to a mans actions?

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