Flickering flames,
softly kissing the dry, dreaming branches that once watched over us.
Warm, and waiting for the right moment,
my hand hovers over yours,
and my eyes are devoured, and devoted to your gentle gaze.
Flickering flames,
softly kissing the dry, dreaming branches that once watched over us.
Warm, and waiting for the right moment,
my hand hovers over yours,
and my eyes are devoured, and devoted to your gentle gaze.
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