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Fights with First Girlfriend Cemetery

Will Grofic

Whole world akin

to lava then back

to land, solid,

not the least bit

ephemeral. Lava lance

and heaven ants,
lava liturgy and heaven

misery. Her misery

made my fingers wet.
My fingers left

the misery to mystery

and then back

to heaven. Her pursed
lips, her gate

unfinished, something

I’d never understand.

Lava origin and heaven

whore again.

Will Grofic

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