You belong to the twilight
For there’s so much darkness within.
Night lingers on your lips,
Your touch is like winter’s caress.
But I cannot escape from your shadow,
I cannot escape this desire.
I yearn to yield to this disaster,
Fall into your unquenchable fire.
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Made of sticks and stones 
a sort of a fatal attraction, that you know is bad for you, and yet, you still, keep on, longing for it never less…
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It certainly can be. A magnetic pull that you can’t escape.
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