sometimes
I wish I could escape this body
especially, when salvation
and desire
keep getting the way of myself.

I am a lover, not a fighter. My days are filled with the realization of dreams. Once, I fell through the throat of God. I cannot return. I am a mix of spirituality, and physicality--just like you.

I will kiss you with the lips of roses, so that the scales may fall away from your eyes. Do not doubt my sincerity; rather, beware my nature--as intentional as it may be.

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Creature of comfort, lover of life, patron of the arts. Ink winds through my veins and my breath is tainted with dissonance of melody. I will make you a metaphor, if you make me a mix.