She had a wound,
Like the wounded earth.
Lava flowed from her.
Burning everything.
Vanity was her wound.
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Jabberwocky (
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She had a wound,
Like the wounded earth.
Lava flowed from her.
Burning everything.
Vanity was her wound.
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Comments2
Good write with a great meaning within it.
Thanks Goldfinch 🙂
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