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Beware the garden wall,
my quiet child,
where shadows stretch too long,
and weeds grow wild. (ahhh)
But the gate was split,
the timber soft and grey.
I saw a golden fruit,
a yard away. (mmm)
The sweetest skin
hides poison deep within,
and hunger is the doorway
to the sin.
His body looked like a feast,
and I was hungry.
Just a little closer. (ah)
Just one kiss.
Just this once.
And now the garden gate
is closed for good,
and ashes dust the floor
where beauty
stood.