bomb

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this is how it works here:
there is an explosion
in the center of it all
and you run for cover because you can see it before it hits;
you can hear the first few people whispering about it
and you know everything is about to turn to rubble

and it does
and you recover
you pick up the pieces with those
who the bomb hit closest to
and they are injured
but they heal
you all heal

there is a lull.

and then another.

and another.

and you grow used to it
because this is how it works here.
the impact turns into a dull blow.

it is a bomb by the hands of many.

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