Non-Erotic Poetrymatrixyou subdued
innocence and became
her window dressing
silver tongue conformed
the rhythm of her music
as she died in you
crowned bones she shall keep
after your destruction ends
and she is reborn
her tears will reign
upon graves of your slaughtered
endearing your dead
temporal memory
a digital harbinger
remains unworldly
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