breathes in the distant smoke
of oil dripping on wood
I loved a lot of the way you used the words, especially this image. It gives it such an earthly feel to it. The progression of the poem was well-executed, with innocence turning into darkness and robbed innocence/childhood. That was impressive to use all fifty words, yet keeping the poem as a cohesive piece! Well-done.
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