Burning Desire
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Things happen for a reason.
Wonder, if the claws in my back
Will cease hurting next season
They dive in too deep, that I surrender
For the pain that hugs my body, then I remember
I AM YOUR TERRORIST OF LOVE. I will crawl through Your brain, course through Your veins, infect Your soul then inject Your heart with My Unconditional LOVE.
