Press your lips
Against
My stained glass heart,
Leave an imprint
That I can see
When the sun shines in,
Look in
On all the shrines
The empty pews
Where I
No longer worship
The false deities,
Unlike you
Whom I pray for
In earnest
What sins
I wouldn't commit
But for your devotion,
Shatter my soul
And let all the pieces
Of me
Reflect you...

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