she walks up the stairs
holding my hand
and there she goes
disappearing through the tall wooden door
we step into the church
she chatters my ears off
so deaf i shall be
in the sunlight her hair glows
like a halo, like a crown
i prostrate myself to her everyday
her name is my prayer
which i am fervent to say
never have i been so devout before
she tells me a joke in cursive
i respond with words of death
and yet, she beams
the angels in heaven weep at the sight
shes too divine; i’m too rotten
i’ll get hurt if i stand so near
yet i dance in her flames
and revel in the burn
she is my sinless death
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