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Her soul is on fire, the heat from it taking me higher, soaring on a demons breath, taste on my lips, the kiss of death, reaching forth she takes my hand, leading me to a foreign land, through the shrouds of darkened bliss, wraps my spirit in an immortal kiss, shields me with an apocryphal embrace, takes me to her resting place, she feels, she see's, she knows, the ancient wisdom of the crows, binds me with a seal of tears, keeping me safe through all the years.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
Flaming Soul
Her soul is on fire, the heat from it taking me higher, soaring on a demons breath, taste on my lips, the kiss of death, reaching forth she takes my hand, leading me to a foreign land, through the shrouds of darkened bliss, wraps my spirit in an immortal kiss, shields me with an apocryphal embrace, takes me to her resting place, she feels, she see's, she knows, the ancient wisdom of the crows, binds me with a seal of tears, keeping me safe through all the years.
haydn-swan
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
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