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why dream haunt interlope? arms stretched and binding helding me to dark heartling starkly color for monochrome eyes clenched fraught, taut wicked whispers to woo but knowing, not you singing that siren song summons just a faint backside dagger parting, words without heft wishing for fire consumption instead of gently craven sear burn with passion or scorn until the ash swirls eddy twirls splash into the place where dream dare die
sceadugenga 
“wishing for fire consumption
instead of gently craven sear
burn with passion or scorn
until the ash swirls
eddy twirls splash into
the place where dream dare die”
SIGHhhhh. I love this.
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Thank you, Tara. ::hugs::
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