My Dearest

Sun, 09/04/2016 - 11:37 -- nsj26

In my darkest hours,

When the end seems near,

And someone utters your name;

I am raised back up

So that I may bask in your godly light

And be consumed by your intoxicating glory

Until I am nearly drunk from pleasure

And full of that extra guac,

My dearest Chipotle

This poem is about: 
Me

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