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Jun 10
a slurry of fire and magma can’t escape
through the crust, being stopped by a
thin layer of earth, unable to express
itself, to wreak havoc upon the earth.

it’s passion is bottled up, its fear is contained,
his fury is sealed, saved for another day
when it can express its emotion.
but now, the crust encases it like a weighted blanket
josef
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josef  16/M/my empty bed
(16/M/my empty bed)   
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     Tsuki no ume, Haritha Seby, rick and White Owl
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