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Boiled (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

For a while I was content to be the inviting valley below your mountain. Suddenly I found myself buried beneath your Vesuvian hot ash lies that left my heart to choke hanging from its' green blood stalk a greying, lifeless, never to bloom artichoke.

Dovina 22-Feb-05/2:38 PM
Boiled?
But weren't those days in the valley sweet. Until the eruption, the realization of lies. Still it was sweet. Volcanic ash'll do that to an artichoke, as lies to a heart, but hey, shake off that ash, bloom, a little grayly maybe.




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