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Volcanoes

You’re fingers trace my skin
Like you’re a blind man reading the most enthralling story
And you kiss me like that’s the only way you can breathe
Your skin on my skin like it’s a most risky move
And I have erupting volcanoes in my chest
Words like lava threaten to spill out of my mouth
And I’m hardly sure I want to contain it

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