Lava

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Anger is like lava.

It pulses and swirls beneath the surface.

It yearns to break open the earth.

The pressure builds.

It seeks release.

Yet when it breaks free

and spreads it scalding tendrils

above surface

it kills everything it touches.

Then it hardens into stubborn black rock,

immovable, intractable

in denial

of what it has done.

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