JournalWord: Combustion.
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You spew, bubble, and steam.
Howling like an instant combustion.
These phases of matter I can't explain.
My dear, you're more complicated than my chemistry research.
Sweet angel, from all these reactants, which will bring about the desired reaction?
I'm mixing, measuring, calculating every equilibrium throughout the day.
With nothing that brings a balance for the nights.
A recipe of hush, lullabies, and rocking, perhaps?
Maybe a beaker of warm milk to soothe your teeth?
Baby girl, you're quite the simple little thing, but simply destructive to my sleep.
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I think I'm going to revamp my original island story, "Fool's Paradise", into a more fleshed out tale with an actual consistent plot. But this will be a challenge as it is now summing up to be quite a novel in itself -.- I did not expect so much more ideas and plot twists from a simple theme! :D
Well, I'll be working on that, but
keep cheery!
