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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
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