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MagmaMy lips still burn, quiver, tremble
recalling the molten lava heat
being struck and splashed
by a strike of lightning as
delicately, slowly, deliberately
the side of your neck,
Goodnight, My Frontal LobeEven when my brain cells
feel like dull stars floating
between so much dark matter
entrenched in sleepy night smoke,
some firework lights the sky
from my wistful electrical synapse,
knowing soon it'll be dreaming of you.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More