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| Photo By: T. Lux Feininger |
We’re on fire,
On the cusp of a great war pulsing with cosmic dissonance.
Noises off,
Noises cluster fuck into a beautiful rage,
A punk rock symphony.
Mother Earth moans into the fruitfulness of our existence,
Beckoning for a revolution with her furrowed brows
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