my god is the cherry on your cigarette and i am to be breathed in. let me spiral away and dissolve into aether. burn my forearms. burn my lips. your touch ran cold from thigh to thigh and i dont know which way you lie coiled up under the covers never to strike or whether youre hiding from me or yourself and i dont care as long as im at home in your pink virgin lungs. one red spark in ash is my god born new between thigh and thigh.
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