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I could almost bathe in its warmth and color.
It is so sweet, so lovely, oh how it hurts me With an endless pleasure and growing taller. So sensitive, this beautiful fire, come and see. The flame teasing as it dances in my eyes Invades her throat, the small tongue scorched. My ears could almost hear the baby's cries As her skin is burnt and her cheeks are torched. Inhale the meat which smells like berries. This fire is almost a sugar of dessert to taste. Too much pleasure, lick them like cherries. She is no more, no more, the heat replaced. Light another match and watch it grow. The flames are brighter, beautiful fire. Look at her body become an angel glow. Come see with me, and come admire.
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