coldfireWhisper

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ReverseThe sweat from her skin but a creation of passion. / In the rapture of plessure no prisoners taken. / Rage made passion, plessure made the moment.

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Through Curtain We CallIt's like a distant call of a well known ghost. / Change breath's heavy apon the wind. / She yerns to know the other end of rejection.

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A Untitled DedicationIn the bottom do you often crave to cling / to the cliff only to temp its edge? / We change for season bask in regret.

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