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this world

the souls will not die to return

they cannot perish, only morph:

like this humman matter!

they had given up their hearts,

to fossil fuel kings,

burying their emotional capacity

into the once filled cavities

of oldest dinosaurs, prehistory

blackened mass of petrified eyes.



without a heart, we are little and lean

the earth spilled tears supreme.

pouring down like acid on my spine,

a toxic world, toxic loves, toxic dreams...

death would become us...

if we were in control.

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