Slumbering as a statue, heart just barely beating,
ready to break out, explode, restless energy.
Fire waiting to be set free,
to rush into the world, rip up the ground,
blanket it with the lava and power
that belongs only in the heart of one
who knows true love.
Concrete pavement, set into form,
morphing from the mold, letting go
of the game of tug and war.
The beats of the bass drum
filling the mind, enveloping the body,
anxiety, missing the eyes that calms the soul.
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