the garden of eden

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the moon swallows us as you dance, afar and barefoot.

mist rises silently in the sheets from the dewy ground under your feet, and the promises i made twirl and spin along with your body.

"this is the garden of eden."
you speak, i overflow.

i reflect on everything all around me, your presence heavy with mood.

you, & you, & you.

if only i could keep all of my promises.

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