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Nov 5
2024
The season I decided
I didn't want to
Rip dead grass from the ground
And plate it like a fine meal

But sow new seeds
And look forward

***** where the greener pasture is,
I'll grow it myself.
#harvest
Nyx
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Nyx  22/F/USA
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