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No song I could sing No whispers in your ear Could ever Amount to the volume Of language I want To dance for you. In me You lit a fire That burned through The stagnate black And sparked my desire. I am pyre, Burning, An effigy Charring In cheers’ to love and loving. I am ***** ash And floating No more devoting Naked flame to This blaze That burned For you. Through Hands...
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Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
Four seasons changing
No song I could sing No whispers in your ear Could ever Amount to the volume Of language I want To dance for you. In me You lit a fire That burned through The stagnate black And sparked my desire. I am pyre, Burning, An effigy Charring In cheers’ to love and loving. I am ***** ash And floating No more devoting Naked flame to This blaze That burned For you. Through Hands...
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Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
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