May 2014
I want to slip inside your furnace
& collide with you,
feel your ions burn.
If you only knew
the fusion
we could create,
you start my cooling rod
& start our meltdown.
& collide with you,
feel your ions burn.
If you only knew
the fusion
we could create,
you start my cooling rod
& start our meltdown.
(GRB090423)
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