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Lachrymalia (Lyric) by Lain

There are ruins deep inside me Of what I can't become, That fire in your eyes Like the fire of the sun. Darker than my passion, Darker than my lust, I feel you burn inside me Like a fever from your touch. You're the phoenix of my ashes, This renaissance of dust. I cannot breathe without this, But it hurts you just as much.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 27-Jan-03/1:44 PM
This poem is all over the place. A "renaissance of dust", if you will? 7.




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