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Dec 2018
The dark poison running through Earth's veins,

Made out of dinosaur graves,

Greed controls the liquid's flow,

The tracks it leaves look like great clouds of snow,

A wonderful thing, but its damage is decietful,

Thick, crude and its presence generates evil.
Written by
Ben Tol  21/M/London
(21/M/London)   
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