My first born immigrant
I've watched you grow
alongside
my lustful desires.
These feelings are wrong
in the eyes of God and mortal men
but
I can always write.
Commit my pretty sins
on clean white paper
the ink
dripping down my hands for atonement.
Crucify me
my tainted virgin.
Pain is ten times sweeter
when the nails are driven by the one I love. |
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