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Hushed Inferno
Those black flames,
shroud the impulse,
to lean down,
and whisper my soul in your ear.
I can't leave my essence,
without knowing,
if you will protect it.
She killed herself,
without giving back,
the love I gave her.
I don't want to lose,
any more of what is left.
So just promise me,
that you care enough,
to know how much I trust you.
shroud the impulse,
to lean down,
and whisper my soul in your ear.
I can't leave my essence,
without knowing,
if you will protect it.
She killed herself,
without giving back,
the love I gave her.
I don't want to lose,
any more of what is left.
So just promise me,
that you care enough,
to know how much I trust you.
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