Hot humid suddenly burst,
A mountain filled with lava traverse,
With the thought of a touch that is sweet,
On the tip of sensation swells deceit,
When will the lava discharge,
Actions of a capricious barge,
Hear the flooding of over packed fire,
Careful for what's about to transpire,
The everlasting rage so overwhelming leaving you tired,
Hired it pays to wear wounds from the heat as attire,
Death tow its destuction as this is the critical moment at the campfire,
This is just as they see,
But inside this conflicted mind where the air is so thick hot I cannot breath,
That capricious volcanoe inside of me,
In reality I just wanna be free...
©frost
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