Volcano
Salivate me this papercut
Amred to the teeth, his bad breath hanging
hard to keep the nihilism from eating
transforming me to a monster
without cares or regrets
Belch back these forms
seems one diamond meets another
the diamond eyes
I salivate this papercut
it tears me inside
and it seems
bad memories are
eruptures
circling me like vultures
in this crystal blue sky
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