Look at this flame,
You know who I am.
I need no fame,
But you.Your heart of gold.
Mine is already burned
Thousands of years ago.I need your soul.
I won't let you go.
You should see my own world.It's full of lust,
Hot and gray dust.
There are no stars
In the crimson sky.My kisses leave burns.
My teeth are like thorns.
You can touch my horns
In exchange for your soul.
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A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.