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Tremor After Tremor…
The Devil’s Plow Cut A Deep Line
Into A City’s Heart,
A Pool Of Blood Filled The Street.
Mornings Without Sunrays,
Wrens And Finches Are All Hiding.
The Sky, A Fallen Town,
Never Again, Blazed Azure.
The Lilies And And Bluebells
Folded Their Wings In Total Pain;
China, A Vagabond,
Meandered To Seek Her New Sun.