Of Wormwood

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Among this paradise,

I thrive alone.

Cast by heaven's gates,

I fester

prepared.

Fruit of knowledge,

Bears me as witness.

From my hunger

I produce a lust for life,

past my quiet existence.

Sweetness of compost

Now I see.

my mind

like a hearth,

among this hallowed place.

She plucked me.

With being much larger but more similar to I.

She wishes for the same intellect,

for the same meaning I seek.

I lament to my core,

𝕺𝖍, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊?

As she takes a bite,

under the forbidden tree.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

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xxALEXISDEADxx

beautiful