Erin McBride Poems

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1.
Childhood Roses
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Children; so innocent, pure.
Unaffected by the thorns in the bed of roses.

As time goes by the thorns sink into the subtle soul
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Piano
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Soft ivory sinking into the key slip
making their sound sone
into the vial distance.
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Illusion
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The blank space we create is an illusion -
the suffering minds suffering confusion.

Walking forth blind folded
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