suddenly I heard 
sounds of multiple explosions, 
saw hundreds of small pieces of everything,
caught those pieces 
and hid them into my pockets

not because I planned 
to put them together later, 
just wanted to carry with me the feeling 
of falling apart.

ptoto by vsesvetloe
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