Return to Eden
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On draw of night
I warm my chill bones by the fire
To shy away memory of the days toil
In the snow.

The fire leaps,
utters a crack befitting
close struck lightning.

As the music engulfs me;
carries me back to the garden again.

Go, lad, go.
The garden is there for you,
with succulent fruits
and hot spring dreams of
amazing
dazing euphoria.

Go, lad, go.
She is in the middle of it all,
Hot, ready, waiting.
Beaches
Drawing Parallels
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