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it's this spiral, our addiction. the safe place we created; hallowed out in the soliloquies of our name.
should we bend, falter in anticipation of what's to be; I'll kiss the memory
our confession in naming.

this I love, yours to keep; and for every whisper that said it's ' you for me'
we'll be the cause to every effect, pressing sincerity
against bare flesh; we scream to the gods our serenade.

I'm this; the apprehension of your notice.
the need to further; the need to need; my lips are breathing your name; my thoughts painted on your mouth.

and in this final moment,
preceding never to come;
we find everything .
carried beyond our prevaricated reality.