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Jun 2021
Who had the audacity
to turn the sky above our heads into a permanent installation of art
and expect us
to not sit and wonder in awe
every night
like
the dumb animals
that we are?
Written by
Pseudonymous S  F/Dublin, Ireland
(F/Dublin, Ireland)   
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