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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Rising on island, Mountain, with peaks of possibility, Valley lush and green. When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder - Call it butterflies. The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us. Explosive, our love - Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea, Eyes leaping with fire. Hot Lava, Lover, Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot! Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running, Drifting on riffraff. Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds. La la…ooh…la la. Sips of berries and pineapple; we share Icy tropical Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot. Ebb and flow of raft, Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears. Hot Lava, Lover, Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot! Collapse of civilization, in grass Skirt, paradise shirt, Atomic timing sans wearing a watch. Heads buried in sand - Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive, Dirty and tender. Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan- Baked, gliding upwards, Climactic eruption, falling with love. Hot Lava, Lover, Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot! We ride the flume of volcanic weather, Can’t raise the tall man, Seek the insane chance of sane survival - Valiancy in strife. Man and wife seeking each other’s island - Pieces fit just right. Synchronic habitation, breathing room. Volcano’s, how old? In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper Hot Lava, Lover, Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
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