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Hot lava, cavernous

holes flooded with it.

Pinching heat behind

the two suns of sight.

Little monsters push

to escape the burn,

and crush the hard bone

just before it breaks.

There will be no rain

to cool the aching

flame; I must submit

to blinding migraines.





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