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It's a sharp crack in the air

The grain splits down the middle

A thin line that resembles ruptured cement during an earthquake emerging 

A violent tremble pierces the air

I stand still

Wondering if it's me

My fingers fall loose on the trigger 

It's a silent drop as the heavy metal tumbles

No one else seems to hear the sound of the earth shaking

Neither do they feel it

My palms hurt, I uncurl my fists

The tremble stops

I sink down into my seat

I can still feel the earth rumbling beneath me

 
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