**** me in the sistine chapel
with your lips against my neck
and your breath still hot and lingering
"at least she died happy," they'll say
"or least, 'happy' for being...her"
when i take my last breath,
it is't michelangelo's masterpieces
on the ceiling i'll be focused on
it's you i want to see before i go
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
**** me in the sistine chapel
with your lips against my neck
and your breath still hot and lingering
"at least she died happy," they'll say
"or least, 'happy' for being...her"
when i take my last breath,
it is't michelangelo's masterpieces
on the ceiling i'll be focused on
it's you i want to see before i go
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