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Dec 2018
we cut the trees
and bleed the leaves,

and drink the wine
from Mother’s spine—

her fetal songs,
so lachrymose—

no ****** birth
could save this earth.
Benjamin
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Benjamin  27/M/Milwaukee, WI
(27/M/Milwaukee, WI)   
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