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Eden Of Hell
Someone listen to the shallow weeps
Someone care for this melancholy strain
Rising sun and a beautiful dawn
are never even there in my sweetest dreams.
Amber waves from the endless fields,
Twinkling rays from the golden skies
-all forbidden fruits in this Eden of hell.
With heart beating like a ballistic trumpet,
Body shivering as in midnight Thames
Slowly I walked ...
Wednesday 17th February 2016 3:44 am
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