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Oct 2011
On top of the highest mountain I have ever been
and I shouldn't stop
but the talk of the top
and the talk of it higher
and growing
producing more magma
expiring more gas-
it's frightening-
fighting to stay where I am
but if I let this grow
I'll be happy with the potential to fall
to be burned
to be solidified
among solid black rock
To be igneous.
Tessa Tomlin
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