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Aug 2011
Who am I, but a mere candle in your hand. Who did not flicker, burn or shine until you lit the flame with your words. You fueled that flame with each day, until it burnt ablaze. Now the fire can not be doused , it burns so powerful and strong. The words shared of heat and passion which flows through my veins. They are my drug, your words are my fix in order to ravage this body in goosebumps, quivers and shivers.You know that about me, and kept the fire burning. So keep this fire burning that's all I ask, ablaze, never to be extinguished or doused out. It is my gift of burning passion to you, a dream for you to enter into the land of pure ecstasy.


Zully Bartley(zb)
8/5/2011
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Zully Bartley
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