In the molten mountain of
volcanic emotions
my millions of pores vomited
the shameful love
and burned to ashes,
got solidified as eternal idols,
all the way and to the summit of truth,
to salute and admire
the strange sting of
love's verdict,
to keep materialistic justice
and monumental peace.
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