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Without ever knowing the light of day, I swim in the ashes of volcanic love. Inside the lava bubbles up, brews, ready to erupt into feverish streams. It remains well-hidden, glossy gems kept for a time when I will meet him the one for whom I feel everything for. Then all the molten lava will joyously erupt and overflow cascading down my heart into the rivers of my flaming passions. One time, forever love, everlasting oneness. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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