Into the heart of the furnace, you have cast your stride
Within the breast, a torrent of desire begins its tide
Bring forth the nectar of the gods, the draft of ancient skies
Or pour the venom of the pit where the final shadow lies
For I shall taste the lips of Death to know where living dies.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
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- Category: Love
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