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I would bathe in sin with you, if you would tell me to. When the world is fast asleep I'll go to hell just to taste heaven in your lips. And if my soul would be burned in flames for this, I'd dance through the fire by the memories of our kiss.
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PoetryPoetry is a journey and the poet is its voyager.
