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Sep 2015
Touch the devil
Feel the heat against
Hot, hot skin
We are alone
Privacy granted
In hell and beyond
No need to hold back
Freedom of sensation
Freedom of emotions
Doors ajar
Pushing further
We are one
Body and soul, but
Space today
Embraces us whole
Stars in the darkness
Etch us onto silver
We are nothing but dust
Come down to the river
Whirled up in the night
We shimmer so bright
In the coffin of lies
Surrender, collide
We are the sun
Tales have been told
Of sinners' desire
Touch the devil
And let us burn up with fire
Blind Distance
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