Nov 2017
I need a love that burns like fire,
turning me to ashes like a funeral pyre.
I need a love that kills me so slow,
feeling the heat from the firelight’s glow.
turning me to ashes like a funeral pyre.
I need a love that kills me so slow,
feeling the heat from the firelight’s glow.
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)
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