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Burning Blistering Flame. Timeless tireless wanton there Playful

Temptress Shameless Flame She, In me, Ever there. And yet, I Am not. Lady, Mourned in coronach, Diminished in her bloom.

His eyes dance on your fantasy In that darkness of his gloom. What was to isn't, drains. Waltzing ever to those strains. Would haves.

Salves. Lasting, Last thing, Ever chasing, Craving schemes

Again Again Again in dreams. For What in kind or kindness

Frees us? Trees us? Pleases? Seizes? Shocks us?