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We tear pieces from this once living earth.
With hope that we may succumb
to thriving as one well oiled machine.
As the earth is not.
the clitter clatter of cogs missing the proper place
as a baby with a shape knows not what to do with.
The machine begins to fall apart
ike the shell of and egg is violently cracked upon impact.
the over bearing sight of the damages
caused somehow goes unseen
as another blade of grass
in the lawns of our industrial destruction.
as a piece of each corner is erased of mind and life we will fall.





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