Eternal Flame
spending eternity in their arms, praying hell will return. a gift from her heaven from below. conjoining our souls with burgundy hopes, burying the bodies that were once human, now ghosts.
spending eternity in their arms, praying hell will return. a gift from her heaven from below. conjoining our souls with burgundy hopes, burying the bodies that were once human, now ghosts.
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