I Was Never Mild

Divine qualities.

Sparkling waters.

I thirst for sour songs that make me salivate.

Born to rise,

I was never mild,

a lava rolling over lives like a yawning lover in bed,

first one side than the other.

In the end I wasn’t a rock or a cliff.

I was mud.

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