Lava Poem by Cristina Geanta

Cristina Geanta

Cristina Geanta

Romania
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Cristina Geanta
Romania
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Lava

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My heart is pulsing lava
thick burning pain through my veins

I woke up to the hurting
like waking up to a headache

sleep leaves your body
each second you're less numb

and it becomes more real
with every pulsing beat..

they said it gets better in the morning...
which morning?

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Cristina Geanta

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Romania
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