Pompeii

February 17, 2020

Face cold as ice

Eyes dark as night

Shoulder cold as winter

Fuse like a volcano

Waiting to destroy like Pompeii

Her eyes knew the truth

Her smile knew the pain

Her shoulder used to be warm as summer

All it takes is one explosion,

Then Pompeii will longer exists

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