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"October In Eden"
In dust
Lies truth
And out of nothing
Came reasons
To doubt
We ate
Once of a fruit
And it was
We slept till
The morning dew wept
And what felt
We needed
And in our eyes
We hide
Away our shame
How the fields whispered
Near the door
I knocked
October came in
Once more
Again
This says as much, in its way, about Eden as Milton wrote in Paradise Lost.
Starward
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Starward