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ByAmberPoems
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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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
When the Harvest Rots
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.
#freedom#justice#harvest#new#future
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ByAmber
30/M/Atlanta
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
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