Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Friday, March 23, 2012
Without fuel
The fire burns until the wood becomes ash
It was never meant to go on
It wasn't supposed to last
But love isn't that way
Isn't truly like flame
Because it is spiritual
Being in love, itself
Makes it burn
Forever
It can never be tamed
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