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truth,
deprave,
honey,douse me, in your imagination,
in your agony,
in your bliss,
and in your love,

pantheon.of. absence.

let me taste your world,

I know that it may break me,
but from my ashes,

will emerge purity,

a non loathing creature,
or we can only hope.

it wasn't enough,

I'll burn myself out on reckless wishes.

my faith is shaken now like its never been before,

love,

drown me.
its my only hope.
its my only home,

for another chance,

for my only chance.