they came as the day turned grey monsters made of water brown and full of bones roaring through the towns rolling and angry swallowing all our things the things that made our lives TVs.sofas,tables photo's and letters.those paintings stuck on the fridge the kids made books and the bookcases all those old shoes the bike we don't use anymore they ate our memories they ate our tomorrows they swallowed it all then spat it right back at us broken and confused and mixed up covered in mud
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You could make a chapbook based on this one experience. My condolences with you, my friend.