If the world were to come to an end tomorrow
Would you be by my side?
You are an enigma,
Pressed into recognition
From my words and thoughts, my hopeful thinking--
When you crush yourself against me
I am alive, burned inside you
Like the edges of a faded photograph, crystallized, scarred,
Aching to swallow you whole
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