I’m washing my sins at the river,
knowing that they’ll never leave,
but learning to love them.
You are lost in the lullaby of the loving waves,
swimming to shore,
as I drink deep from my dreams.
You are a plaything to a prom queen,
promised from the first glance,
loved since I began to breathe.
We burn alive,
melting in our magic,
and it feels worth the damnation.
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