Monday, 16 July 2012


Deep, deep, deep, the flame burns, the flame scorches.

Deep, deep it runs as deep as her blood. What you see is her smile; the sweet voice you hear is misleading. Because soon she will engulf you, all that is you, every bit of you in fire, everything that is you has to be hers.

For you are to be the Sun in her sky – if you are him, you’ll embrace those flames with arms wide open.

Else you’ll simply reduce to ashes.

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