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Sep 2015
Crimson *****
You aren't of this world
With your purity and goodness
Backed with the passion & heart of a warrior
A warrior that dances to battle
That's dances to the sweet nothings that love whispers
That knows all the words to your favorite song
To our song
To the song of you
The one my ears we're formed to hear
& There you are
Illuminated
By the suns rays
Spotlighted
In the most beautiful of ways
& I can see all the colours of nature
Playing off your face
All the colours of beauty, in you
And I want to be painted by all of it
By all of you
So let's paint this whole town red
With glory and love
And they can all wake up to a city
Marked by a crimson *****
Touched by the hands of graceful passion
Of somebody who was burnt before
But bares no fear to be burned once more
Not when in the name of love
In the name of all things good
And real
And her
She would stand there flaming
And dancing still
Like the most tragically beautiful
Yet inspiring reckless thing you've ever seen
Lighting the way for me
For us all
I move closer
I need to feel her heat
I need to jump inside her fire
And let everything els just burn away
Until we are left there naked
No hands to hold
Just soul in soul
With everything anyone ever wanted
Realizing that you must let go of everything
In order to gain it all
& Now nothing can stop your flight of freedom
No flesh or bones
Could hold these spirits now
Daisy Fields
Written by
Daisy Fields  Canada
(Canada)   
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     ---, Corset and GaryFairy
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