If the Clouds could Speak She would cry bucket of tears every day As our recklessness causes her to be weak For we burn debris like hell every day. If...
quience (this is still not the longest poem) i . this silence is a symphony of death. we dance to pledge allegiance to its sung dirge of a frustrated future...
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