the lava of your words melted our flesh
until we could no longer tell where i ended and you began
but it was mostly me
that swam through that volcano
finding a ledge
and hoisting us both up
you were too charred, too scarred to contribute
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
the lava of your words melted our flesh
until we could no longer tell where i ended and you began
but it was mostly me
that swam through that volcano
finding a ledge
and hoisting us both up
you were too charred, too scarred to contribute
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