zipper through skin
cracked shells dropp blood
needles on temples
boulder upon back
sharp winds poke at sight
passion grips, these marks
nails claw with a hunger
these words, your words
are a thief, “arson! ”
it whispers maniacally
the lava licks its lips
I died as I licked yours
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