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Sep 2014
The ground trembles a slow
and ever-present roar,
growing into a growl.
The delicates of the earth
panic and claw at the cracks and edges
searching for a way to hold on.

In the unbounded bottom,
I see the end of all
and the beginning of new.
So I loosen my grip
and let the endless earth
swallow me whole.
SG Rose
Written by
SG Rose  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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   Daniel Ruiz
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