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Dec 2020
The earth is twirling,
oh, God, make it stop.
If it keeps on spinning,
I think I’ll throw up.

The way Earth orbits the sun,
it's dangerous and thoughtless.
Can we just knock it off?
It's making me nauseous.
oh, sure, like science can explain EVERYTHING
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  21/F/U.S.
(21/F/U.S.)   
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