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Mount Vesuvius erupts in anger
warm air like butterfly wings
flashes against our cheeks
I hold you my final light…

We stand on the edge of the sea
a galaxy of smoke and soot
swirls around us…

My love I wish
I had wings to carry us
all I have is my shoulder
for you to lean on…

Let us press our lips together
in these final moments
perhaps in the future
archaeologists will find us

As lovers preserved in ash…