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Lava MAG

By Anonymous

   Sun shining down

bouncing up into my eyes.

Breezes raised by

my exercise adding to

the cold on my face

Arms and legs

moving in an enervating rhythm:

push, glide, push, glide,

a longer glide as I duck

beneath a laden bough,

swimming through a

beautiful time

in the white lava.





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