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Fire
This Fire is Black, Cold to the Touch and makes No Sound.
I stare upon the Celestial Flames as they Depict the Dark Desires of Ecstasy.
Help it i can Not to Feel the Ever-slow Beating of there Stranded Hearts at the Outreach of Fantasy.
Such Raw Primal.......this word that tries at no end to Escape me isn't want but NEED,
Yes oh yes NEED!!!
Such Raw Primal Need Transforms me into the most Shriveled Translucent yet Iridescent Spark.
Of all the Nights that Passed, for near these Agonizingly Beautiful Flames Day will Never Be, This Night it was a Deep Metallic and Bore only Me upon it's Mischievous Gleam.
Shutter at it i will so Long as i Live.
I stare upon the Celestial Flames as they Depict the Dark Desires of Ecstasy.
Help it i can Not to Feel the Ever-slow Beating of there Stranded Hearts at the Outreach of Fantasy.
Such Raw Primal.......this word that tries at no end to Escape me isn't want but NEED,
Yes oh yes NEED!!!
Such Raw Primal Need Transforms me into the most Shriveled Translucent yet Iridescent Spark.
Of all the Nights that Passed, for near these Agonizingly Beautiful Flames Day will Never Be, This Night it was a Deep Metallic and Bore only Me upon it's Mischievous Gleam.
Shutter at it i will so Long as i Live.
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