why the fuck can't I have you
why is the blood in my veins
as meaningless as holy water
the sickle brings nothing
fingers plead, laid like pages
one atop the other, prayers
left blank, hymnals rancid
with cheap booze
all I want is to touch you
to know that the apocolypse of a single night
was more than a dream
.
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