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Mar 2020
cmon' Eve dear,
its about time you drop
the apple;
the one still linking you to the idea of a snake whispering in betrayal
yet leading you up roads until your new arising.
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Eve, your throat isn't only deep enough to hold erected conceptions;
use your longevity
to make your will live long in face of all that once seen you unworthy.
you are worthy, xo.
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the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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   Bleurose
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