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Apr 2015
I remember when the grass and trees had all showed me their face..
the moon had snarled as if it came from some far away edo place.
I adored it
Nature i explored it
Finding that the soul of everything had been distorted...
By man,
his hungry calloced hands.
Raking in the money...
Breaking in the land.
Smacking mother nature,
her kids forced to disband.
I wish i could've saved them
I wish i had the chance..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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