there was a big one in San Francisco yesterday. Fissures cut the town in
two. 300 dead, hundreds more hurt. I think it's my fault. It was just
so pretty, you know? spinning, humming, making kaleidoscope
patterns on the cupboard walls.
I walk above it every day,
but I had to shake it. just once.
(inspiration attributed to Sandman(Gaimen). this one just begged to be written)
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