The Decider. To your body in clover I burn in the skies. Ache for the sunset and call for your sighs. Tangled with longing I push through the flame. Give me your laughter I whisper your name, with the Decider my ache is obscene. I burn in a light that no one has seen. Your blood is a powder that... Sign in to see full entry.
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