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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Burning It was seven days and seven nights Or there abouts, I was not so sure Life was shrouded in the darkness not at all pure I lost track of dawn, of dusk, of realities fight To keep me conscious To keep me right Comatose, delirious, unmoving slumber In this dream like state My desires still existed Thirsts to be quenched Passions flared She was seductively dressed I, with the eye of a tiger Wishing to devour her being To be with her, in her, be her To taste her very soul I smelled her nectars inviting scent The bed sheets become drenched in sweat The heat of the night ensconced me A thousand candles and yet one more burned The heat of passion mixed with the heat of the night Flames rose from the desires within and without My subconscious has played evil tricks and fooled me again Lighting the candles that shall bring me to the beyond The sheets became brimstone, the fire engulfed me My mind in hazy confusion smelled roast flock of some sort A meal after the passions was a succulent dessert I became dizzy with the lust and the love intermixed Somehow I am sleepy, dreamy, so very tired The heat blankets me and I feel a strange foreboding The reaper is grinning, staring down on my face I try to wake, but I haven’t the wherewithal I feel the burning Painful for but a moment as the smokey flames take me For one last dance Burning, burning, searing heat Blackened and burnt Dreams No more Sunday, at 24 minutes past midnight, firetrucks arrived at an apartment in Dublin, Ireland 24 O’Connell street, and above Murrays pub, a lone tenant was found burnt to a crisp, apparently by a fire cause by candles, the remains have not been identified, and the building is a total loss. Arthur’s Day in Dublin Posted on September 24, 2009 To celebrate Arthur’s Day, From 17:59 to 22:00 All Pints of draft beers were €2.50
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