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An entry to the writers cramp contest. ** Revised ** |
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Created: May 14th, 2011 at 12:09pm
Modified: June 18th, 2013 at 1:45pm
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No Restrictions Breathing deeply,
Then violently shaking,
Spewing forth hot, red liquid,
Then feeling the tickle as it runs down the side,
The relief as it flows.
Sighing,
The last spit of ash into the air,
The last trickle of lava down its side.
Relaxed,
Dormant again.
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