Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Rapture in the form of a ruin

Hold me close,
So I can
Pretend you
Love me.

You have
Eyes, I
Wish they
Were gems
I could hold.

I wish you
Were mine,
So I could
Hold your hand,
Hold your heart,
Hold your soul.

But I
Ruin you.

I would give
You the key
To my heart.
Don't lose
It, please.

September 26, 2006

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Rapture in the form of a ruin

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