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"Desire"

I am my own
separate existence
Forgive me
for believing
in myself
and myself only.
I want so badly
to taste the fire
of my once in a lifetime-
love in the molten form
But I do not know
if I am ready
to have it permanentely
engrained
in my heart-
Burned through-
etched in flame
to never be
the same again.
I do not want
to give of myself,
unless I know
that he dreams of me.
-Ashtaroth