Ani

with just a look,

anyone can see;

she’s special;

there’s a light,

radiating from within,

a certain kind of warmth,

that makes her skin glow,

as the fire burning inside,

blazes to the top,

and anyone can see;

she’s special;

it’s not really the song,

it’s more the passion,

the complete loss of control,

as she offers herself up

for total consumption,

by forces which demand everything,

and give nothing in return;

yes anyone can see;

she’s special.

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