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Eve

Not far away from me,
this obedient man
is sound asleep,
and maybe, at this late hour,
God isn't watching...

Through his missing rib,
my life flourishes (now it is my own)
with the salty tears
that are turned into blood

this awkward burden
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Thursday, March 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: woman
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