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~With All the Fire of the Sun~
The sunlight is fading from the sky
And I feel its dying warmth on my bare skin
Convincing me all the more
That I am truly burning for you
Inside and out,
That this body is sentenced to death without your touch,
Death by fire
Of useless, unrequited desire.
I rise, and run
Chasing the fleeing sun,
Don’t leave, not yet!
Stay, and fill me,
I’ll burn a little while longer…
I slide my hands down my bare arms
Wishing your hands were there instead.
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