All the bizarreness that is my soul. Find it here, daily!
05 December 2008
Sight
Burning cold, your eyes, they are, Oh, just burning into me. Consuming me in passions sweet 'tis a lovely way to die, my dear. Icy hot, your eyes, they are, heating me to my core. Deep waters devouring me in the liquid heat that is my soul.
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