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Wildfire ~
Welcome to a
that burns beyond
the soft veil of
first communion
I hear the web
of the widow's strings
rising and fall upon
the fury of two wilds
and as we reach
for sweet surrender
do you understand that
my sharp claws
drip with her wetness
the white of
her angelic purity
now is signed
in a crimson lace
upon this silver
serpent's tongue
those pleasure
filled cries of
release have
put us too
to her heaven
my clipped wings
are now healing
as they rest upon
her full bosom
see you in hell
guess not
for this reaper's
hellish heart is
not by any means
in cinders or
as i now am forever coming
back home
no more without you
together side by side

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By ThaPoeticFire

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