Passion

Sweetness on the tongue can help you to destroy
the very thing you think you love; the sugar’s just a ploy
to deepen every kiss into a savage cry of joy
that sings in every language known to man.

So press for softer words and softer looks, but still inviting
passion to your heart, and thinking terribly exciting
thoughts of every love you’ve ever had, so you’re inciting
fire to burn them all away because you know you can.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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