Wry shades infernal fades

Dry wraps of fire

Intense sort of desire

A jacket all black

A narrow thought attacked

Walk on into the light

Forever be mine and warm up the night

The fire might be dry

Still, it can neither flicker nor burn out

I used to say

Still will do

I´ll wait for you and that day

I know it will one day become true

 

 

 

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