paradise lost
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When I learned of that bittersweet Paradise Lost
By God forsaken except to that nascent Adam and Eve
Learned I,
Night
Dappled and worn through the excesses of time,
modest moonlight filters in
through the gauze of the dancing curtain
There's a wicked wind.
I turn my head and grimace.
'It's too windy out there,' I whisper,
And I shut the door
But I can't meet their eyes.
They ask where I'm going.
Nowhere.
