I need a safety check, one, two. One, two.
It was her dragon's fire kiss
that made me long for bliss and ignorance
And how she struck me to my knees
knowing, even knowing she would deceive
how she knew not her witching power
like we were but opposing Bishops
in this black and white war of fiction
forever passing with grasping glances that never touch
Bound by rules of the thinnest glass
Where whispered longings are all we yield
and touches of reality could never fulfill
the passions unbridled we elected to kill.
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