̃Í yearn ̗͏fo̪̙̭r th͜e magm̱a. The sweet w​armth of th̘̪e liquid flowing o͘ver my t͒endrils.
I swell and burst releasing a cloud of spores, each the b​eginning o̎f a ñew life.
                        I am ͏content.

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