catastrophe
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you were my blue moon
and you came,
ending me soon
you were my shooting star
and you came,
in perfect scars
you were my sun flares
and you came,
taking the light away
you were my blood red clouds
and you came,
with winds so loud
you were my falling skies
i gave you all of me but
you brought me catastrophe
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Poetry From The Sky
Poesía"we colored the sky with our own blood ignoring the pain and loving how our blood looked perfect above" JPTR | contains english poems
