XI. garden of eden

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you let me into
your moon garden
of lush wildlife and
exotic flowers

I left my footsteps
in your soft soil
marking myself forever
between your craters

picked every daisy
you had to offer
to play my game
of I love you
I love you not

now you are nothing
but a wasteland
the pain's overgrown
like your weeds

your trees are naked
and your rivers dry
I stole their leaves
and water for mine

you allowed me into
your garden of Eden
fooled to believe
I was your Eve

- August 28th, 2020

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