Never has an angel remained
Over the eternal flame
Reminiscent of the detained
And a forever shame
Succumbing in pain to beauty
Making the twisted happy
And wanting only much more
Day by day it burns sore
In ways much to hard of control
And darkening to black this soul
Not wanting to need the must
As all she is, is lust
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