the warmth of your breath,
scorches my skin,

scalding me,
tattooed,
alongside the walls of my rambling heart,

beneath the many hued veils,
embalming aches that jab,
prod,
incessantly assail,

yet still,

’tis you,

yet still,

’tis your being,

that,
always,

&

evermore,
shall prevail.

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