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Master of none

by jake-meizell

We call ourselves the masters of the universe, the barriers of weather, gravity and terrain have been blown apart, just like the gaping death in the ozone But before the evolutionary chiropractor found us to straighten our backs the trees kissed the moon and before life was born mountains made love to her 10,000 years before we stole kisses from her to power the A/c unit desert flowers lived a thousand thousand generations in Death Valley
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