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Nov 2015
The lonely darkness
swallows up the light of day
nothing is left of the light
but a thin pin *****

The pin ***** opens
the dark is lit up
a fire burns bright
the flames reach up
with burning hands

Three silver rings
thick and thin
a circle of gold
bubble in the fire

As gold liquid flows
the thunder is heard
as grey light is lit up
from the volcano
Profanisaurus
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