the tendrils

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the tendrils flame,

the tendrils fire,

their constant burn of desire ,

the way they hold me,

oh so tight ,

no care just the pain,

the pain of fire burning flesh,

screeming out in distress,

the tendirls fire,

the tendrils flame,

for my death the tendrils blame.

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