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Oct 2020
Who hurt you sky?
Who ripped you open
and then apart?
Who fractured all that beauty
to capture it's art?
It was lighting,
I know it was,
She's quick and violent
and hard to love ,
Now I understand
Why you cry all those tears,
You've  learned to give
for nothing in return,
and the rain that falls,
holds the love you yearn.
Written by
Wildflowerseverywhere  18/F/Rome
(18/F/Rome)   
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