Let's not pillow talk with the silence of my pen
and thorn-threaded leaf, only the deaf can scream
of the darkness ambition drowned in Eden
unveiled by Adam now in my mausoleum
oblivious to the masonry impending my doom
in this seedbed of weevils and grubs
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