"...adam's lips said eve, but his soul always echoed lilith."



a secret wading in the sea,

washing water red.

'there never was a place for me',

the fiery goddess said.

a gypsy who could charm a snake,

and spread the seeds of fear.

'dream of me before you wake',

she whispered in his ear.

a sordid reputation stands

where will had once been freed.

she is written dark by many hands,

with no excuse but need.

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