Their passion came with a price,
with a thorn bush
and the blood it drew.
He realized her heart would
leave scars upon his skin,
just as she knew
his love would burn her
from within; even then,
they gave each other pain.
I am drawn to you
as a
moth to your flame.
Through the still
moonless night
on wings of silk she came,
drawn forward in her flight
to her love
and his flame,
by the beat of her heart
to be
singed by its light.















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kool
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hi?
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玉
He realized her heart would
leave scars upon his skin,
just as she knew
his love would burn her
from within; even then,
they gave each other pain.
I am drawn to you
as a
moth to your flame.
I love it!
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Just so you know I am
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玉
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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玉
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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