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Send me back to nature I am not something you can grow and harvest to supply demand Surplus to requirements I cannot fulfil on what I have been fed I will reclaim the lands I lost to you and your machines Mechanical masters of marketability This was wasteland once then nourished now overproducing, overfarmed Too much from too little spread apart so far the ground is screaming the food is beautiful but - Aesthetic attacking the process made to let soil grieve for its offspring allow itself to drown the earth with what will make new again And without We are surplus
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
Surplus
Send me back to nature I am not something you can grow and harvest to supply demand Surplus to requirements I cannot fulfil on what I have been fed I will reclaim the lands I lost to you and your machines Mechanical masters of marketability This was wasteland once then nourished now overproducing, overfarmed Too much from too little spread apart so far the ground is screaming the food is beautiful but - Aesthetic attacking the process made to let soil grieve for its offspring allow itself to drown the earth with what will make new again And without We are surplus
simi-cohen
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
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