Jesus Christ,
We were infinite,
You flowed through my veins,
And I almost fucking drowned in your love,
But then one day the river ran dry,
My veins became so empty,
And our infinity was over.It happened so fast,
That I think I have whiplash,
It was like a car crash,
We saw it coming,
And instead of trying to do something
To save ourselves,
We just screamed at the car to swerve.Jesus Christ,
We were infinite,
You flowed through my veins,
Your love drowned me,
But the river ran dry,
My veins are empty,
Our infinity is over.g.c.g
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