I drown in your glow in your madness, allucinare haze in your not-kissess and not-caresses which turn my skin into a burning coals meadow I drown in your stars sparks dancing, licking flames melting the forever-snow dripping with dying icicles my kindling lifting me up when I become the winter burning my hellebores; black roses catching fire crowned with gold and silver you are my lady of the torn gossamers I am your lord of lost dreams a wind in your hair spreading flames over my dry forest
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