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I could not cry for the stars that would not shine anymore or because the Moon withheld its luminescence. I could not cry for the loss of the Sun's warmth or because my image was shattered into billions of pieces. I could not cry for the tears that withered inside or because my heart lost its desire to pulse and to pound. But I learned to cry on that historic day when I vanished into the night taking with me the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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