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A l l i e   M a r i n i   B a t t s


My Jealousy


Is a wave of magma,

                        as fiery red as her hair,

the mouth of it yawns and erupts like Vesuvius over Pompeii.

           Rage, a rain of ash

                        coming down over peasant and nobleman alike.


It eats everything in its wake, leaving only the shells behind to bear witness.





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