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Magma, molten, amorphous. My blood is red hot And searing, bursting Out of its confines. My heart is caustic, Compulsive, incongruent. I erupt over and over, I wonder When I will run out of earth to chew up and spit out.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Erruption
Magma, molten, amorphous. My blood is red hot And searing, bursting Out of its confines. My heart is caustic, Compulsive, incongruent. I erupt over and over, I wonder When I will run out of earth to chew up and spit out.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
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