Dark Innocence Poem by Blanche Hardin

Dark Innocence



Left here to die,
and tortured by love.
Left here to cry,
and for what you've done.
Nothing seems right,
Nothing seems wrong;
Why even make me feel like this where I belong.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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