Untitled_9 Poem by Christinne Radu

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The grave guarded by a sirush
Will be mine
But first I'll have to fight the rival steam.
I will be needing the extinct volcanos,
The children-gods crushing the seas under their feet
And the top of Charybda.
Then everything will be mine
Until the birth of the next meteor.

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