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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Running Away Right Here

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 and in all this pain

I thrust for power to rearrange it

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 affair

The things a man does for that eye flavor

Just love me and I will enter your lonely door

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