We burned the map the moment we kissed,
turned our bodies into a hiding place
no architect could redraw.
No altar here, no prayer survives,
only the wet silence of mouths
that knew how to lie
better than speak forgiveness.
You—an algorithm made flesh.
Me—a heartbeat pretending to matter.
We walked into each other
like sinners into fire,
not hoping for salvation,
only heat.
I held your breath...
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