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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar


Updated: Apr 17, 2022

Street light leave me alone in this empty bed Its too much pain to remind me of the loved dead

Crickets and crinkles, natures hallow cauldron Solitude of the metals smell amber ray photon

Emptiness of the neocortex musings abstract Back hole unviewable beyond the horizon track

Lower intestines contracting, stabbing isolation Not of perspective but true viewable frustration

Writing away the hypermind traumatizing curse Seeking out a catalyst writing this tragic verse

One remedy of the plight of the cerebral above One loving woman to hold all this intense love

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