If we don’t extinguish the bitters
the chance of harvest will turn a cold
for such is a barren, and ex to fertile
talk to yr enemy, learn to look
past yr shaming, understand
look at yrself, stop being cows
because a mob is a mob no matter
and mind ceases to see
if it only looks at feelings
as boundaries to grow in
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
If we don’t extinguish the bitters
the chance of harvest will turn a cold
for such is a barren, and ex to fertile
talk to yr enemy, learn to look
past yr shaming, understand
look at yrself, stop being cows
because a mob is a mob no matter
and mind ceases to see
if it only looks at feelings
as boundaries to grow in
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