It is what we have.
It continues.
the swirls pass by
folded in your hands
I see why
It echoes.
waves sing to me
in your eyes
It drowns.
drenching impels this
from your mouth
the high lava hits.
It sings.
hot resurrection
you bring.
the swirls pass by
folded in your hands
I see why
It echoes.
waves sing to me
in your eyes
It drowns.
drenching impels this
from your mouth
the high lava hits.
It sings.
hot resurrection
you bring.
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