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Feb 2022
don't understand the obsession
to live in a bag of bones
stitched together to hang unto
a life of pharma
chemicals
imbalancing the liver

no you cannot have my organs
or my children's
while the elite are gearing up
for their cull of billions

what got us into this mess
truth, staring in our face
hands don't know each other
#ononehandtheydepoputlate
#ontheotherthey..
Rachel Lady Durand
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Rachel Lady Durand  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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