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September 29th, 2020 Air from Terra Rising Quivering in the Mountains Rocks Rumble Beneath Earth, & One’s Feet Wind Blares Down on All of Us Nature Plays Tambourines – Touching Each of Our Ears Terrene Mother Drums her Hands’ Down on the Planet’s Crust Manmade Iron Rails Roll their Human Cargo through Scenic Landscapes Man - in their Fibbing Imaginations’ Believe that they Overcome the Mountain’s Rocks & Horns Sights Behold, & Sights Lost in Time A World Without Flesh Arrives with Urbanization Voices Born & Silenced through Oppression Mothers Can’t Pay for Milk, Feet Thump on the Aggregate – Pasted Over the Once Fertile Ground Steps on the Concrete of Our Grandparents’ Skyscrapers Block Out the Open Sky They Lord Over the Sight of Homes Lost to the Next Generations Parks Become Sinkholes in the Modern Age Beats from the Boomboxes of Youth Converting themselves into Car Radios Words Walk By but their Unheard by Invisible Bodies, Gibberish Blends in the Air Whispering Echoes of Past Lives – Lost Within the Smog The Sun Sets on the Densely-Driven Divides
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
An Accolade to Nameless Station
September 29th, 2020 Air from Terra Rising Quivering in the Mountains Rocks Rumble Beneath Earth, & One’s Feet Wind Blares Down on All of Us Nature Plays Tambourines – Touching Each of Our Ears Terrene Mother Drums her Hands’ Down on the Planet’s Crust Manmade Iron Rails Roll their Human Cargo through Scenic Landscapes Man - in their Fibbing Imaginations’ Believe that they Overcome the Mountain’s Rocks & Horns Sights Behold, & Sights Lost in Time A World Without Flesh Arrives with Urbanization Voices Born & Silenced through Oppression Mothers Can’t Pay for Milk, Feet Thump on the Aggregate – Pasted Over the Once Fertile Ground Steps on the Concrete of Our Grandparents’ Skyscrapers Block Out the Open Sky They Lord Over the Sight of Homes Lost to the Next Generations Parks Become Sinkholes in the Modern Age Beats from the Boomboxes of Youth Converting themselves into Car Radios Words Walk By but their Unheard by Invisible Bodies, Gibberish Blends in the Air Whispering Echoes of Past Lives – Lost Within the Smog The Sun Sets on the Densely-Driven Divides
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25/Cisgender Female/Northern California
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
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