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Jan 2015
The garden is dark tonight while you have left my side. I am a stolen rib; the fruit upon the vine called to me

so sweetly.

But don't go into the dark and the deep, remember what you said to me, that we are these hollow children, we don't deserve to pay

these curses.

But the Earth sighs, "Oh, Adam."
Lindy
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Lindy  Alabama
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