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I prayed for the enemy that could have been my friend
I wept to think a game of chess might bring a bitter end Forced to play the darker side No paint can change the wave or tide The palette has blurred, the image obscured No masterpiece this eve An unsteady hand is not so grand And the watery eye deceives. I know-- Pain will always make words flow, be they wrong or right And so I guess since my heart's a mess, I'll say a lot tonight. Shall I yell out the gritty? Or call out the shitty? Or fake and talk pretty For you? What if you find that the hues of my mind Have painted things real, clear and true...?
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Celebrating all
that she is, loves, and learns 
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. 
...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... 
...A mile in my shoes...
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