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May 23
My last walk in the fire
one day..
My ash will spill around...
one day..
Fire will shroud me in my last walk to hell..
yes ...no not heaven..hell..
yes I am coming...
I know ,
you have been waiting
for me ...
for my last trip into that fire..

Dont push me away,
please..
you are my muse,
you are my light ,
you are my moon.
Dont push me away,
please..
I am your soul ,
I am your door,
I am your road,
Dont push me away,
please..
I want nothing ..
I want everything ..
I want you..
in my last day.
in my last walk
into that fire...
Dark.
Ash.
Kiss
Fire.  
Hell.  
I am here..
roumen
Written by
roumen  50/M/Auckland, Auckland, New Z
(50/M/Auckland, Auckland, New Z)   
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