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Laments of a dying Loyalist

Lux Solis Semper

Friday, October 5, 2007

Pure

Let it burn
And may it cleanse away
Impurity
Let's call it love shall we?
That scorching flame.
How did I get so lucky?
Why was I the chosen one?
I don't deserve this
You
Not by a long shot.
And it makes me so happy
The ice melts, and when the walls crash down
My heart floods, overflows
And I cry.
Posted by Loyalty at 6:30 PM

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