Poem: Smoke Billows
Lava on the tips of your gown you come forward, angels drown gathered under the eclipsed sun crumbling castles collapse behind you molten clouds gush out from under searing seraphim, warming your skin rise from the crimson, screaming for you jagged teeth and sunken eyes beneath billowing white hot smoke take flight, before you can slowly choke.
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