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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Entropic Bedroom Rhythm

The abuse of true

True use of screws

Twist the fabric's wounds

Land on top of me

My bodily des-tiny

Beyond physical visi-bility

Hit me silently slow

Not hard that hoe

Your visceral low steady blow

The dirt that is auto-human

My selfish stupidity infusion

Turning on me with intent illusion

Reversing it all to no pain

Organic entropy to handicap cain

Rotting souls and wooden rain

Reborn late this love is mine

Hours dying in linear time

Decaying shine is your crime

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