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Passion

Passion

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Burned my tongue on your flaming desire.

Cut my lips on a piece of your barb wire.


Held in your hand the bricks of my wall.

Tore them apart, and watched it all fall.


The pieces of what I was, frozen in tears.

Shadows calling out my deepest of fears.


Crimson red screams in the darkest night.

The devil is love, and this is my fight.


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