What if I told you
that there are souls
in the fire pit?
What if I sold you
my dignity,
would you dance with it?
Because there's nothing
living in your
synergy.
And there's neither
love in the way
you breathe,
nor anything true
in the breath of your deity.
So how perfect is this night,
as the both of you cuddle
in the rubble
of the cemetery.
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