You were the definition of raw.
Nothing but bone dust and soul.
You were the pressure--I was the coal.
I became crystalline rock.
I was the definition of saw.
As in seen but not spoken.
You were the lava--I was the cool.
You became igneous rock.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Short StoryJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
