Waves crashing on red bricks
Ghosts dancing
Hideous minuets
Ripples slither into cracks
Hissing on hot clay
Groans of pleasure
Ooze from overheated stone
Sly orange orb
Claws its way
From beneath white bulbous cotton
Raining fire once again
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