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By beauties burn in emerald fields,
Ravaging dragons rise.
They split and choke and tare the ground
Consuming the earth from inside

They have thorns for their claws and serpent tails
Bleeding the bodies they're by.
They hide for a season... They hide for a reason...
The moon turns their gaze inside.

No mouths on their heads, No fangs in their face
A secret of how they get by.
In golden crowns within lion's manes
Their prayers to the sun makes them thrive.

Such is their plague of white seed decay
Can't cut out their crimson spines.
The field of dragons must be torn from their cave. 
Or their head will return each time.


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We had love: An inferno burning with desire. 

Our flames bled into one, dancing with a breath of smoldering amber.

Tongues leaping as we consumed one another in a blaze of passion, stripping all color with a white hot glow.

It was intense… It was dangerous… It was final.
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