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he was my forbidden fruit. (God, temptation can be so beautiful.) i, his eve. (just one bite, just one bite.) sin too sweet to resist, lips as red as apples, and arms like home.
When memory calls upon me I sit to remember Joyous or Melancholy Awake or in slumber The sights I have seen The things I have known The people I’ve loved Even though some are gone  
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