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Who but afternoon Susurrations of heat speak? Where but earth Stars feed (As electrons sway And pour through walls; Spin gold to sugar, Greenly tasted By the lips of mammalian tongues Eating fat With gardens and stolen glucose) ? Incapable of creation - Who, but we, Devour?
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
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Who but afternoon Susurrations of heat speak? Where but earth Stars feed (As electrons sway And pour through walls; Spin gold to sugar, Greenly tasted By the lips of mammalian tongues Eating fat With gardens and stolen glucose) ? Incapable of creation - Who, but we, Devour?
Mythic meditation on photosynthesis
magaprofana
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
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