While the dripping paint dries;
you and I,
nestled.

Expended;
perverted remanded.

Conceded, my love,
and my heart.

In this hypersexual concoction
where gaze meets glory;
only the holy can enter.

Fucked.

Fucking away at the bottomless pit
of isolation; torment; despair.
And you bring me closer to God,
the a microcosm of pigmented

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