So many people like huddles of ants rushing for dinner
the love spread
with the tight hugs squeezing you, kisses
and the feeling of lipstick on your cheek
kids out in the jumper
playing marco polo
laughts and giggles fill air
mom and ladies inside preparing a meal
and having a conversation
the men outside chilling with a soda
but then
the eosion erupts out of the volcano
it was too late
it couldn't hold any longer
the lemonade was poured
in the jumper
it was nobodys fault really
there was no anger, no suprise, and no sigh
only love
my aunt watered it down
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