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Jan 2020
The heavens were mad,
So the clouds thickened and rained,
Tearing on the earth.
Your grips are too tight,
Cycles of day and night,
Enraged, yet unsatisfied,
Still, you didn't realise,
The hand in your right,
might shrink down to size.
Goddess Rue
Written by
Goddess Rue  20/F/Malaysia
(20/F/Malaysia)   
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