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H o l o c a u s t
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His fire blazed and life shattered like glass upon pools of midnight crimson.
Gold, like molten ore but only warm honey when focussed on her ,
and smiling like freedom in the spring.
Porcelain perfection beneath red-hot hatred; loveless touch and a faithless path,
because honor is what he burns for--
yet how can one regain what one never truly lost?
Such b e a u t i f u l.s u r r e n d e r as she brings sweet lips to marred flesh ..
redemption is now
and she is Haunted as the only one he burns for is her.
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A/N: Hope you guys liked this one too. : )