Eden

on

Sinister motives
saturate a soul.
My body is heavy,
a devil patrols.

All my function
escaped sense.
I’ve been broken
forever since.

I want to taste
fruit to be aware
of my nakedness,
burdens to bear.

There are eyes a
gifted artist can
not paint perfect;
faults command.

Glad I came now
despite damned,
attire I need now;
a sin I withstand.

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