...salty touch on my lips... Blood mixes with wine.. There is no Time, no space... Fire flakes are reflected in his eyes and die.. Their can not contend with Darkness.. Neither scent of the twilight nor cool rustle of satin can cool this passion... Maybe this is Love.. maybe this is Death... But it is Forever...

 

 

 

 

 

Text Rene Cler

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