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If what burned here could be named

 
Nobody ever talks
of the beauty
of nightmares

how fireflies
spend their lives
searing in Hell
flaming the night
as they go

how the kiss can char
until thereís nothing left
but ash to scrape
epitaphs into

terror is not a devil;
it is the price
of furious love.


Northern_Soul
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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