Eve's OrchardA Poem by Aaron Burnette Sensing, Glaring, Torture to taste without touching. Ruby apples In a paradise orchard. Just inside the white, ivory gates. Forced into satisfaction With fallen, crimson gems, Now chipped and bruised to the core. © 2008 Aaron Burnette |
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Added on May 11, 2008 AuthorAaron BurnetteMiddleburgh, NYAbouti am 19 years old. been writing for about two years now...poetry and Memoir short stories...single and i just joined the Airforce...i have always wanted to write and eventually be as famous as my favo.. more..Writing
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