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penpen21 Oct 24
poisoned seas
hillsides with welts where once stood trees

parched grasslands
streams encased in concrete

i feed my pampered pets
on ground up factory farmed meat

oil oozes from dark bruises
we drill to fuel our runaway machines

the life that once fecund swarmed
now flaccid, sparse, and malformed

going...
going...

gone
penpen21 Oct 20
Hello, hello, hello
Runaway thoughts
Caught in a web
Like dewdrops
Glistening for a while

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