Grayson Peterson

In the middle of the street,
I spotted his pale face,
Fear overtook me,
As silence took sound’s place,
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Summer gives way to autumn,
Brilliant colors on trees fall,
The breeze swaying, cooling,
And swirling leaves from trees tall,
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Mirror before me,
My reflection is insane,
Obsessed with my appearance,
My eyes are vain.
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O serpent of Eden,
Why dost thou tempt me?
Seduce me to lust,
To bite the apple of the tree,
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A lantern of light,
In the darkest of nights,
An isle of joy,
In a sea of sorrow,
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