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A heart-wrenching poem by Duska.
When a child dies
it’s wrong to weep
every sob 
and tear
are far too loud
for the womb
it nestled in.
when a child dies
no star falls
but climbs higher
climbs forever
on its damned
starry way.
Pix from Net.
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