I am lava flowing out of a passive volcano.
I have a fire inside, a red hot flame that
burns to the touch.
I am a forceful, hot entity.
I am a gobstopper,
with a hard shell and many layers;
I am, for the most part, unbreakable.
I have many tastes,
I am colorful,
and, eventually, I am sweet.
I am dangerous, yet graceful.
I am a one-of-a-kind.
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Captive In Wonderland
PoetryStill heart, Loud mind. Poems from the boy turning into the Mad Hatter.