The Fever
the temperature is high
i see mirage in this desert in the room
all sands
i lie on the left side
holding to my own knees
when i close my eyes
i see the volcanoes erupting
it is only me
trying to save myself
from the lava
and the fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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