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Aug 2010
This day the earth died  ;
It was your fault .
For the sun burnt out with envy of your radiant shine ,
And the moon ,
The moon it collapsed upon seeing your beauty and knowing
It could not compare ,
But it was worth it to die trapped in this dead planet
To see a true vision
To feel a true love.
Written by
lacey deere
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