Eden

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I feel inexplicably haunted by the beings in my mind,
There is no safe space,
Only time,

And with time there's restrictions,
To the truth I hide,
And bury like bodies in the graveyard in my mind,

My mind is a cemetery filled with ghosts,
Of a time unknown,
And with them comes a debt unparalleled,
To the life I used to live,

I miss my garden of Eden,
A broken field of flora and gold,
So holy and divine,

I miss my sanctuary of silk,
A scattered place of dust and honey,

But now all I know of are chasms so great.

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