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Aug 2019
we sit in the yard
and look at
the quiet sky
while the flowers
release their scent

you say you love
the overhead clouds
but you don’t love me

so I think of
a thousand kisses
and all those moments
I now find hard
to understand

there will be other skies
Written by
Henry Bladon
178
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