The spark in his eye,
Would dazzle her up.
She lost her innocence
amidst the crowd.
Bar, her eyes
Still gleamed of the doomed kid in her.
The words came from an adult,
Save for the voice.
Of the Reminiscence:
Doomed kid.
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