this isnt a eulogy for the antichrist
this isn't the garden, this isn't saturday late nights out on the pier, downing beers and a pint of something stronger.
you, infinite, at the center of it all
and my universe in sync.
i can taste the beer on your breath
the kind of mint you never want to try
(i hope you'll kiss me anyway)
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
this isnt a eulogy for the antichrist
this isn't the garden, this isn't saturday late nights out on the pier, downing beers and a pint of something stronger.
you, infinite, at the center of it all
and my universe in sync.
i can taste the beer on your breath
the kind of mint you never want to try
(i hope you'll kiss me anyway)
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