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May 2017
The sky is crying for us
If there is a god, he is weeping over us
He never realized
The pain brought into our lives
And through the hazy days
And the shattered sunny rays
We wish to be swans
Because it would be easier to die of a broken heart
Than to live with one
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  22/F/The Enterprise
(22/F/The Enterprise)   
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