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Break my plates Move me, reshape me You made the tides Dip low and then rise And crash on our cities While they topple. Then suddenly, gone And winds blow over Still planes.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Earthquake
Break my plates Move me, reshape me You made the tides Dip low and then rise And crash on our cities While they topple. Then suddenly, gone And winds blow over Still planes.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
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