Lovers, let evening weigh anchor, daylight slip its leash Now you may spend Adam’s legacy of grief, fritter it away, drain its fortune of regret just as the others waste this moon. We learn what you know in our making; the potter leaves his touch in clay. You alone return to the wheel tasting the flesh fruit, eating skin and core. In the shadow of Eden's wall senses clench like taut chains, open as flowers to the real sun. Remember pain and loss are highwayman waiting in the woods to catch our reins, beat us senseless, strip our worldy goods. Whip each other up, gallop past them tonight.Birth sign: Libra
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