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Feb 2014
Blood pours out like like
a dormant volcano that
has suddenly awoken.
Molten earth has
finally found a route
of destruction.
A crevice from
which to seep.
An exit from which
to escape.
Fiery red lava.
The blood reminded
her of lava.
So dramatic in her thoughts.
Alas, it is but a paper cut.
SP Blackwell
Written by
SP Blackwell  Miami
(Miami)   
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