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Large hulking slow strong solid
Moving about unhurredly
Getting nowhere
Not caring really
Stopping altogether at times
When I stop, the heat rises
The magma that composes my heart activates
Engaging my senses
Making me notice my difference to others
My vision hazes red
And I can feel the fire
Coursing through me like magic
Eventually, my vents open up
And great bursts of steam escape
Cauterizing me, polishing my stony facade
I revel in it, the release of my hidden power
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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter.
The one called "brain".
"Please, kiss me before I die."
How long do I have to wait before I am accepted instead of tolerated? Why should I be patient for my rights? I'm tired of waiting. Moderation leaves me suffering.
