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Flaming his wake that decorates my soul
purple blue biting every curve of his body
nothing hidden, nothing leaves the imagination
it is light that transcends my inspiration
Flaming his wake that decorates my soul
purple blue biting every curve of his body
nothing hidden, nothing leaves the imagination
it is light that transcends my inspiration
RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts