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Love was magma, shooting from the Earth.
It had the potential to form pillars of rock that would last for a thousand years or plumes of ash that choked the sky.
She would never love like her father, never let herself be loved like her mother. She would never suffer what her parents were suffering now.
It had the potential to form pillars of rock that would last for a thousand years or plumes of ash that choked the sky.
She would never love like her father, never let herself be loved like her mother. She would never suffer what her parents were suffering now.
