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Eve To The Dark
You are the horns I grow
You are the thorns I hide
You are the secret Call
You made me fall.
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Eve's Fear
I'm not afraid of the dirt
I am afraid of the Great Unwashed
And I want to wash my fears away
With their tears.
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Eve's Desire
I want you to be the prisoner of my quick sands
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The Promises Of Eve
I will shape your dreams
I will kiss your fears
I will drink your tears
After-Moon...
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Eve About Her Poetry
My poem is one second long.
Like a breath.
To its beat I belong.
The rest is death.
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Story #2
The Story of Lake Dimbovitsa
[The Wonderlanders]
This is a story whose roots are lost deep in the recesses of time,
before such stories were actually written down, but rather passed,
a generation at a time, sometimes even skipping entire generations
that either were not interested, or who merely forgot, as time was
quite different in those days, generations were shorter, and lives
were shorter, too: as a person approaching middle age today would
be said, at the same age back then, to have already led a complete
and total lifespan, as likely as not with both grand-children, AND
great-grandchildren.
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