

E-a-r-t-h-q-u-a-k-eA small blanket kept us from the grey dirt. A cold chilly wind would creep up upon us every so often. Frozen in the frigid air we laid together, limbs tangled, as the city shined below us. Closing my eyes I thought how lovely it would be if there was an earthquake right at this moment. Not a small one, no, but a huge one, trembling below our warming bodies. And we would be safe, atop our hill. Protected by the dirt and a blanket of stars, while down below, people were trapped in their mattresses and roofs. We would be surprised at first, scared, even, not knowing what was happening.E-a-r-t-h-q-u-a-k-e
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Will I come up for air
Come up for air
After a while
The current is calling me
Lulling me
Waving goodbye
I'm out here alone
Oh, God can you save me now?
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