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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.
