As smoke curls in the air, rising like a silent plea, My fevered senses heighten, an intoxicating spree. A climate of yearning engulfs my every thought, In this haze of longing, all reason is forgot.
As smoke curls in the air, rising like a silent plea, My fevered senses heighten, an intoxicating spree. A climate of yearning engulfs my every thought, In this haze of longing, all reason is forgot.
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