Burning

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Deep down, is fire upon ice, dancing on your core,

With sweet stinging pain, too much for you to bore,

As dawn hits and caves the moon,

The sun will rise to praise soon,

Slowly burning our souls in desire and need,

The sun flames up and is buried in greed,

It's yet to show the color yellow,

burning red, a forced hello,

Blood is bound and heavy descends,

For until the sun goes, it will never end.

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So, this is not like my usual poems. Don't think I'm crazy, I just wanted to try something creepy.

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