if the volcano could speak, it would only wince
if the quake could fortell, it would be sewn shut
life is a big ol' ache
if the rain swells before it drops
then so do you
we feel the scar of mistakes
put your whole arm into a jar of buttons
that is what my family is like
cool and made to be attached
now we are sifting through debris
we are part of it
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