Japanese dragon you couldn't imagine
there is a rose for every field knows
holding secrets and powers divine
you tempt me with treason
you hold me every time
I sleep to dream
and when I do its always you.
always you.
never do I dream
always you.
am I forsaken or am I loved
a boy with fans
his bleeding hands
drip salt that heals my soul
I want him to know
that love is like the wind
and every time i move my hand though his hair
I hold close his sins
the fire burns
and warms me forever.
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