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Friday, 2 December 2011

Our Apocalypse

We were tectonic.

I crossed seas
You levelled cities
Two continents
Two billion dead
From all our eruptions, and disasters

When we met, we collided
Made mountains
We climbed our own Everest

But when we separated, we broke up
Shattered and shook
Fire poured from our volcanic hearts
And it all came tumbling down

There was a great big gap between us.
A black canyon.
I made snowmen out of ash
You painted with charcoal
Crying acid.
Our own, little, apocalypse.

A black canyon. It is the scar we share.

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