The flame from his words,
burned me.
He was a saturating fire,
In the moonlight.
And he knew that he
Was mine,
and I was his.
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Flaming
The flame from his words,
burned me.
He was a saturating fire,
In the moonlight.
And he knew that he
Was mine,
and I was his.
