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Call me over to you in the dark,
Entice me with the molten lava that seeps from your mouth.
Your creeping smoke entraps itself inside my lungs.
Initiate a slow burn within the veins that continue to force oxygen through me.
Until I can no longer move.
Turn my body into a mountain.
A slowly growing rock formation that is born from the lava that singes my skin
I will be immune to the incoming storm
Under an umbrella of volcanic ash
I am reborn as a stone.
Peeking through the tide,
I can breathe again.

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