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Crowd-sourced morality
Come, Eve, comeTell us what the bite taught you, What Muse did it point toAs a source of hope in the garden? Shall this Muse guide us rightAs answers evade us while questions assailUs like trying to tease truth out with a flail?Shall we live lives not requiring pardon? Hey, Adam, helloWhat wisdom did you…
Renewed
Dark clouds and shadows in the evening skyWhere you expected golden sun It’s dark again with tonnes of tears to cry Panic beats your heart, but you’re numb insideWhere warmth had lived before:Curled arms, elbows pressed to your side What bent head tear-filled pain hits your eyes?What can closed eyes see?Misery piling upon failed tries…
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