My ear pressed against the pass
Like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet
With the holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea
"Rescued" by a sinking ship.
If i could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall.
You watched me like a 10 car highway wreck with detached, vulgar
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