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You
move and I move
Like
sheets of Teflon
That
creates heat
Without
friction,
This
heat boiling up
From
inside
To
burst out
And
subside,
Our
lives bent around
These
volcanic eruptions
Needing
the feel of it
As
we stir up the lava,
And
the bliss of it
When
it all breaks free
Each
phase
A
perilous adventure
We
might not survive,
The
climb to the top
The
sacrificial plunge,
The
lost moments
When
we cease being
Who
we are
For
whom we become,
Broken
on the sharp
Shards
of loved and lust,
Then
reborn,
Like
a phoenix
We
rise from our own ashes
To
repeat it again
And
again,
The
insanity of pending death,
Defying
feat we need
To
perform in order
To
feel as if we are alive
You
move, then I move
Then
we both move
Together,
Somehow
managing
To
find moments when
We
can feel inside
And
outside
As
we stoke up
A
fire neither of us
Can
control,
Or
would want to,
Learning
that the best part
Is
when we have
No
control at all
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