Paper flowers

Adorn your ribs

One for each

Good thing you do

Their stems wrap

Around your heart

Guarding it

From the scathing

Lava that flows

Through your veins

The rage steeps

Its goal is

To consume

The triggers

And mines

Multiply in masses

Every step

Any direction

Screams danger

Just remember though

You hold the detonator

To your own demise

So quell the boiling lava

And water your flowers

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