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*Dead channel skies
Segregation in the flat fields
A hole in the silver lining
Where the fence is low*
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*They fell from the moon last night
Caught in a strange
Chapter of fear
The land is inhospitable
And so are we
Wipe them from your mind
We must preserve what is left*
~
Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
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*Dead channel skies
Segregation in the flat fields
A hole in the silver lining
Where the fence is low*
~
*They fell from the moon last night
Caught in a strange
Chapter of fear
The land is inhospitable
And so are we
Wipe them from your mind
We must preserve what is left*
~
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