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Its hard to eliminate such breeding desires,

I dream of flames,

Because you are my fire.

Wistfully in loneliness,

gentle obsessions invade my heart.

I long to trust in love,

though love has already once torn me apart.

Unable to slumber,

I lay in festering fatigue.

But somehow you are the only thing of which I dream.



8/16/2010




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