and so it seems you have chosen to adulterate my potion into poison,
for the cracks in the roof are getting wider, and my sun burn is blistering.
I go to great lengths to thread the patches on as quickly as possible
though each fiber combusts into flames at every knotch and every breeze.
so now, each bead on the rosary stands for every time i glanced into your eyes,
I'm not even catholic,
but I kneel at the alter, and beg for you to forget my grievances.
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