An Idea

February 3, 2018
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Deep underneath, the stone churns.

The lava is solid and the grass is ice.

A soft shield slightly softens me,

I am comletely unconsious.


The light is brewing in my mind-

My mind is completely still to the forces.

The forces speak to the light,

and it softens me slightly


The light then goes out in a fuse-

and I awaken, stuttering and moaning

the ice grass unfreezes,

and the lava starts moving again.

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