In the Garden of Eden i reach to the trees .Hiding in the shadows . Old memories not easily fooled found me . Old night mares , long dark corridors , lurking in closets , beneath beds, waited to take hold . Images trapped and fragmented memories . Childhood last but an hour . Torture passes slow . Once permission to forget had been realized . Being one of the trees to not be noticed . Fooling the ghosts . Ha - ha . Have to learn to love decorative fences while there is still time to enjoy the fruit .
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