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Jun 2010
As the sky tears
at the sea
billows of smoke rise;
air expanding in burst.
The bombs are falling
and the sky is falling
but i still cant think of a place
i would rather be,
than here, and now, with you.
Written by
Daniel august
477
   Kayleigh Redwine
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