Lava - Poem by Cristina Geanta
My heart is pulsing lava
thick burning pain through my veins
I woke up to the hurting
like waking up to a headache
sleep leaves your body
each second you're less numb
and it becomes more real
with every pulsing beat..
they said it gets better in the morning...
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