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Jul 2017
Found in Eden as love lives
"Let it live!"
He screamed
"Let it!"
Feet brush grass
Swirling in style yet seen
Peak of eye by brook and burch
As it were spoken
"I've heard"
He called
Yes, in church
Yet dividends runs dry
Though it shan't matter
When where he lay
In the garden
No
No, in Eden not so
And perhaps this is heaven
Not of where, who more so
Is there at times ending.
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Andrew  20/M
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