Coals so black to touch my soul touch so rough to break my mold fire to churn my heart and always cold is your touch for me, oh to set a blaze The tenderness is there Make a perfect sin come true. a dark true sin to make my dreams so perfect bliss only heard in screams. a daze for the gods a touch of an angel a kiss from the immortal that creates a portal Portal to perfection only found in stories of the dead and hopes of the young.Birth sign: Gemini
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