earthquakes
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Every step, Every breath, They chase you, Sudden death
Is this it? We wonder, We cant know, We hide
The glass-like void of silence fills our veins
As we listen to the cries of our brains
Yesterday the wind blew
Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five
In a cardboard box
We lie awake
With our eyes sowed shut
By strings that hang from above
Like puppets we lie
Nowadays,When you think of Puerto Rico,You think of streets filled with tears slipping through the Mambo.Palms,Cold while holding hope as close as they can,
Love, I’ve made a mistake.
A graven error
Fit to the terrors
And tremors befitting the quakes.
For me, the buildings are falling
