Before they got
Their hands on me
I was unconditioned,
Roaming free
Before they taught me
Who to be
I was unexplored,
A mystery
I was virgin snow,
Unmarked, untrod
A pristine soul
With feet gunshot
Before they marred
My mind with rules
Like all those other
Feckless fools
© Steve Wheeler 2021
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