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Feb 2015
Our mouths and lungs became remnants of volcanic eruptions
But then I lost you in the magma, the soot, and the rubble
I lost you long before the apex of Armageddon
And now all I ever see is in varying shades of red
Quickie.
My High School Poetry
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My High School Poetry  Spain
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