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Jul 2015
I used to count the stars
when I was anxious.

It was beautiful when
they fell from the sky.
Everyone took pictures
and spoke of the
art of destruction.

There are no stars now
and the night grows cold
and all anyone does
is ask *why?
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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