11 ago 2015, 20:56

White 

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In my head her lips white-hot are melting
Burning red are thoughts my blood is pelting
This is not a dream
This is no fantasy
This is not a whim
The lover and the enemy are wed
And she is the sum of everything
That words have never said

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