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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.
