The church was deserted.
We were married in the dead of night.
No one around to see our glorious unity.
when we walk into those fields
We reap the harvest the others have sown.
With time on our sides
all I have to do is sit back and write,
wait for you to self-destruct
and take me out
in your beautiful flamewreck.
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