Once your hands reach my calf
Nothing else exists; I’ll lend you my dollar store halo
For faithless lips’ devout place to linger.
Ether confusion fueling
Selfish respite; weary counterparts, you and I.
Shedding doubt, we believ’
In Immaculate impairment; our single silhouette,
Orchestrates guilt and omission,
Negligent speech, crowds silence.
Apathetic visceral kisses
Lie when darkness fades.


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