Heather Mirassou PoetryFaith is love taking the form of aspiration. |
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THE WHORE EVE
Where has all the bright company gone
My friends are gone My protector’s leave I sit alone under an apple tree Listening to false angles plea If it were not for me Death had not fallen on mankind I am the whore Eve And will never gain reprieve "Copyright (C) Mirassou 2008"
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Date: 03 April, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |