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"Do
not eat of the tree", he said
before
Eve knew of sin.
This
was the trap that he designed:
for
her to fall while she was blind -
he..
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What waits me there in your valley?
What hollow sound promises hold?
Lone visions of my youth, reborn.
Dust to dust, I feel so cold.
W..
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I am the glass;In want of hands not made of stone.I am the spring;In want of lands untouched by snow.I am the rose;In want of shelter from the frost.I..
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Amongst the hollow boxes;
The shadow, and the rot;
What would you whisper from the cold?
What would you whisper from the cold?
Between..
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I am not one of the stars.The universe, not my kin.I am made of dust;The starstuff of the otherworldBut I am not of the stars.We are all made of star ..
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Let Morning
sing unto her friend
The bold and
gentle Night
His lover’s
lips and sweet caress
The Dawn
there lies upon his chest..
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Based on a quote by Erica Jong.
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Is Time the
fickle circle clock,
Whose hands
spin evermore?
Is he like
color on the trees;
Or is he
endless as the sea
That sways
wit..
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Transparency filtering homeless
and pale,
The world is a whisperland made up
of veils.
Our ghosts they walk freely
between maple trees,
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Translucent
to the moonlight, she,
Who bears no
name, yet knows the sea.
The sailors
too, who wake to mist
Pray never
meet this vessel&rs..
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