the walls are shaking
the ground is shaking
rattling, rattling
or is it me?
no matter, i'll go outside
and lighten up,
and breathe deeply
and then, when the shaking stops
i'll go back inside to deal with the mess
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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