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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Each & Every Hour




Those dirty thorns alert my brain

You left me rusted pierced in the vein


Searching for her to my dying hour

Where are you love? Let's not cower


With nothing I then crave some power

Always eyes not for me each hour


Natural selection leaves me lonely

Never in the arms of my one and only


With nothing in all this change

I thrust for power to rearrange


It fills the pain that is your absence

Hunting your smiles in my presence


My autism gives me hope in despair

I will buy youth to live this erotic dare


The things a man does for that eye flavor

Just love me and I will enter your lonely door

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