Quake
Memories stick together like old polaroid pictures in a damp box...
I hold on to the ground as it violently shakes with a wave of aftershocks...
The earth has shifted and rearranged my life; turning it upside down...
I run through those sticky pictures in my mind... A baby. A wedding gown...
The walls shake and fall apart leaving only the stains...
Everything has suddenly changed, yet the pain still remains...
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