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Gaily, blithely, We tread the scarlet fields Plucking at blooms that star the stone-cursed earth; Painstaking bursts from frail stems, begot in meagre rivulets, In barren battlefields of our making. Important to note the distinction Between deadheading and slaughter.
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
Lopping poppies
Gaily, blithely, We tread the scarlet fields Plucking at blooms that star the stone-cursed earth; Painstaking bursts from frail stems, begot in meagre rivulets, In barren battlefields of our making. Important to note the distinction Between deadheading and slaughter.
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
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