we met,
first touch i offered,
you were left untouched,
so i offered a shelter,
as you were dying on summer,
tortured by winter,
thrown out by the fall,
crying on the spring,
i was tortured by winter too,
you offered me an apple,
saying you were the healer,
i ate the apple,
dying by the poison of your lies,
they says you are the eve of the world,
who eaten the first poisoned apple,
i am scared to be your second victim,
everyone can be your victim,
as the mind of yours is the eve,
you seek for light,
you seek for being the goddess,
while i am the light,
and the goddess.
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