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Touch of flames.

How many ways must the night tempt thee, For love holds darkness at my feet

and as I settle in with the star's my heart confirmed would likewise beat

I have not kissed the daylight hours In the passionate vow of his true affair

 fortunately I've many breaths to hold As he then represents the air

Some form of suffering then would pass me by without a scave For he has taught me true and well That angels cry when they are brave

Where darkness sleeps I so conclude, that we are dedicated to the touch of flames, and even though the shadows whisper They always bless our names .

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Shelley-anne St...

Omg my stars aren't working but 5 is not enough. I literally said omg at least 5 times. Loved so much in this...

 'fortunately I've many breaths to hold As he then represents the air'

^^^^ this line killed me and the last line

'and even though the shadows whisper They always bless our names .'

even in the darkness there is hope. Love and light always❤☀

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Nardine Sanderson

Always hope in the darkness sweetie 
love and light,  thank you so much 😊😍🌹🙏❤

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