and i will capture you
to save us because
your face near mine is
the closest that this
tired and poisoned spirit
will come to divinity
let us stay tucked far
from this world that
will only fray neat seams
eight limbs so in love that
they tangle and entwine
constantly, clothed and naked
two mouths, one breath
into your neck, your hair
everything i write now is
my adoration and thirst for
the sole king, the renegade
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