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When the Harvest Rots

by ByAmber

Raze the fields of poisoned crop. What antidote is there? No cure for absent hearts and black tar tears. Burn the stores of harvest grain claiming to be clean. Save the innocent seeds so we me grow free again.

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30 / M / Atlanta

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Jun 11, 2020

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Tags: #freedom #justice #harvest #new #future

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