Nature's own heart.
Days passing by, resting alone.
Sweet light and a perfect summer to die.
Her love is a thorn in my own heart.
And the heat flows like a stream...
To drink her up.
To know her deep.
Watching her.
Wanting her.
Taking her body.
Sweet light and a summer to die...
In the heat of the sun in nature's own heart.
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