domingo, 21 de maio de 2017


The fire I see in your eyes
burns like the touch of ice,
rendering me naked
in a lust you say it's the most sacred.

Through the lips of a liar
I taste myself;
the pull is powerful, sire,
as is the promise of your wealth.

5 de fevereiro de 2017

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