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In the woods where lights fall dim, I fear the Lord, like
Adam and Eve.
The body is bare in light so bright, The scars are visible;
I cannot hide.
Bare, I walk and see the serpent crawl, The fruit he offers forbidden, he says,
Will give sight to the hidden.
One bite is all it takes to know how your soul tastes, no
strength I use
To fight the serpent’s call.
I, too, am a fragile creation after all.
In the quiet of the woods, where shadows dance,Â
A fragile creation, caught in a fleeting trance. The serpentine whispers echo through the air,
As I navigate a path beyond repair.
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