Looking way up high
White fluffy clouds in the sky
Is that where we go when we die?
The shapes morph and move
Like a dance without a groove
I remembered heavenly paintings
Contained within the Louvre
Two angels are tattooed on my arm
A society in panic
But let's remain calm
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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