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Bright Nightmare

Nymre definitely knows how to spark fire in Lorian.

I melt onto you skin
a candle made of pure light
slipping into your twilight
drowning in your dark allure

my star pulses in your veins
finding chasms and sliding through the gaps
to fill you with suns and moons
burning in you with an enchanted flame

I swallow the night
bathing you in forbidden gleam
tormenting you with flickering touches
glowing in your black ponds

a bright nightmare
do you feel me in your dreams?

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