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May 2020
Underneath the surface,
the earth is the microwave.
We are the engine, we are the heat wave.
The earth and it's rhythm is enough to move the world. We intercede in the natural process, so we corrupt the cycles.
Sage
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Sage  22/M/AlmerΓ­a
(22/M/AlmerΓ­a)   
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   tanisha
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