trilogy
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"I'm melting in your gentle arms
This is the sweetest form of harm.
Please hold me closer; your light is soothing
I'm lost in space, although not moving
And when I die, don't let me go
From a distance they discussed
The scorns of love and pain of lust
A fire burned within the room
An icy presence ever loomed
But their words were much the same
The ice was glad she over, came
The flame, she danced, above the lighter
The base: the bishop; the top: the mitre
And as she danced, her red eyes saw
A beauty, elegance, dropping-jaw
So she spread along the floor
