Divine lies

Under the blanket of intoxicated delight -your hands brush my soul 

Lies have flooded your words about never being mine, but your eyes shine like the last light before the dawn 

Words. So simple. Upon each breath you show the wall i must climb. 

Caked in dirt, encrusted with thorns. I swallow thy pride because

Oh my love, 

Your Disaster tastes Devine

–only forward will I climb 

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