.the very idea of beauty died so long ago
but sometimes I catch a glimpse
at the call of your name or the touch of another's hand
I see this place as Adam once saw Eden
(and I see people as Adam once saw Eve)
but gone is the garden of perfection
(the dirt we've become, not the dirt.
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