bad times

EAST OF EDEN

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LOVE KNOTS

    We met,
Tasted grapes of wrath,

Gathered from the vine-
yard,

Crushed in defiance.
The wine was bitter-
sweet.

Served in identical cups.

We retaliated,

A dog snarled,

Laughter was heard,

East of Eden,

We found ourselves.

(c) copyright heather burns

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We have finially found ourselves.

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