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Tangled
It's a dark room
With a door and no windows
There's a bed
White shits no pillows
There are 2 bodies
Sweeting in the shadows
Legs tangle and their lust
To swallow
It's a desire
Residing in their nature
Flesh eating worms
Sweat becoming fire
Unforgettable compass
Two forms, a unique creature
It's a damp quite room
A realm fill with haze
Bodies shape into leaping souls
Willing to play in their maze.
With a door and no windows
There's a bed
White shits no pillows
There are 2 bodies
Sweeting in the shadows
Legs tangle and their lust
To swallow
It's a desire
Residing in their nature
Flesh eating worms
Sweat becoming fire
Unforgettable compass
Two forms, a unique creature
It's a damp quite room
A realm fill with haze
Bodies shape into leaping souls
Willing to play in their maze.
Published 25th Mar 2016
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