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passion and pain (the eternal link)

Flames and Ashes

Whose mouth is this mine?
Who tries to steal my love...
But instead swallows the tears of my soul...?
Drinking them, not to dry my eyes...
Or quench their thirst,
But to burn my heart;
To let the fire that flares inside
Consume it until it smoulders
Into a disintegrating pile of ashes?
By Shelly Claman