You took my heart long ago
You've caused me to build fences
Through which my eyes can only see
The tempting fruit from which I am so cruelly forbidden
My lips ensured from rotting poison
Sweet meat and juices my tongue hath passed
Weakening my body, collapsing my spirit, clouding my faith
My mouth still echoing with bitter aftertaste
I carelessly fumble the gate's key
Lost in the greens and heads of clover
I lie in its soft, false comfort unknowingly
I wrongly housed my fate
For I have trapped the wolves
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