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Desire

Devils night, thunders high,
breaking the walls of rain,
satin bed of roses of the two,
howling your name,
into wavering reign of desire,
the monster you fear is inside of you,
The raging, voluptuous,
of fury you speak, of beauty you think.
caught him in the garden,
soiree of warmth and cold,
while he is dancing, for a blink of an eye,
what a formidable enemy,
what a prosaic garden.
Written by MarekMonster (The Night Hunter)
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