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#committochange
Time ticks down as we gouge, burn, eat and smear this planet, all the while avoiding eye-contact as we line our graves with cash for a soft and pointless landing Standing knee-deep already on a rented doorstep the next in line rightfully curse us as the fat get fatter, fit to burst, but never fit for purpose
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Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
Climes