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3d
The chaos rainedΒ Β down,
Cracks appeard upon the ground,
Every man,
Every woman,
For themselves.
Gods of Gods and their gods,
Were confused about what to do!
Through it all
Two people's eyes met,
Two
Wounded souls,
Will always recognise each other.
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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