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Jun 2015
-Joelena Saldana
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The smack upon her face was strong.
His eyes had fire, hurt, pain, anger...

Her face was wet from her salty tears. Her scream for help did nothing.

He was the volcano pretending to be a beautiful mountain.
As the girl was soft healthy green grass.
But was scared of the mountain to erupt.

The fear of being nothing, destroyed, dust,
or just the liquid from the lava.

She had fear,
but still imagined that the volcano was just a mountain.
That he was a beautiful part of nature.


The grass wisps in the wind, hoping to be blown away like a creature with wings.
Joelena Saldana
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Joelena Saldana  Texas
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