In the Fire
I walk in the fire
To be as cold as Ice
I see great desire
But burning in me
Is noting but hate
Everything is up to Fate
As I walk in the fire
No one sees my desire
I've seen it twice
Desire and the fire
Neither Heaven or Hell
I will Dwell
By Shoey
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Poems Love, Horror, Death, Sadness, Faith, Desire, Burning, And Ice
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