The Flame of Life
The road next is what we desire
Rushing through a roaring fire
At the end there is only ashes
During, just burns and scratches?
To feel is not a burden
Though sometimes you are only hurting.
To burn is not only lust
To watch as your skin blisters and bursts.
Stoke the fire, it's our only chance,
Feed the flame, for a burning romance.
Oxydate the time we have,
Don't be afraid and walk.
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