A Volcano
There are those,
Who grit their teeth.
Patience flows,
They only seethe.
Push too hard,
Or cross the line,
You will be charred,
They're not benign.
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There are those,
Who grit their teeth.
Patience flows,
They only seethe.
Push too hard,
Or cross the line,
You will be charred,
They're not benign.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top