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Mar 13
The tarot turns, but I decide,
For I am fate, I am the night.
The Devil’s card, the Lovers’ flame—
All lines of fate spell out your name.

Death and the dark bring me no fear,
They are nothing, like when you aren’t near.
No storm burns as wild as my desire,
No sin is as sweet as love on fire.

So make your choice, but know the truth—
I would burn the world to be with you.
For fate is ours, and stars will bend,
Because in your arms, I shall meet my end.
T
Lost Indeed
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   White Owl
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