I measured you to...
portions man-made, forgot that god has it's say.
And these wandering sins will never be washed away.
Sauna.
Closed my eyes for
the kill.
By the blessed saviour's skin.
Sauna.
Take me as I am, a s(l)ightless traveller.
This has been my destination.
Given.
Brewed.
Taken.
Bathed in coldness, by hands...
Appearing before my face.
Succumberance and suffusion become one beguiling moment of restitution.
I was already lost.
My inner bleeding child deserves nothing.
Just lay there. Lie. Lay.
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