How beautiful it is,To burn out in desire,To feel the flame eat you,Slowly melting your soul,All known yet drawn to it,Like a moth to fire,As we become ghosts,Shed out by love.~S. -
How beautiful it is,To burn out in desire,To feel the flame eat you,Slowly melting your soul,All known yet drawn to it,Like a moth to fire,As we become ghosts,Shed out by love.~S.
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