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331 · Aug 2014
Monica
M Aug 2014
Walking on a desolated street
During a summer twilight
Nothing but silence joins me
Until the night's impending arrival

On a faraway road
A beacon firmly stands
Flames begin to ignite within me
I crave for your light

Your flames are enthralling
Kiss the wicks at the end of my fingertips
Set me ablaze
Let me live once more

All pleas are in vain
Your flames dance on another's skin
I covet you entirely
But you do not wish to burn for me

— The End —