I Long To Dance In Our Ashes
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Mark Heathcote
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If every drop has been-tasted
-and seasoned with love.
Not even the bones of love
the perspiration-of-passion is, wasted.
Not one more drop on my lips,
could quench the fires we've ignited.
I long to dance in our ashes,
bathe in the afterglow of our cinders.
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