nobody to lament the death of the unborn

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the epitome of nothing ever

well versed in the word “fuck”

i once stood at the edge of a tailings pond

and asked if this was the future.

or if indeed there was a future.

or if indeed there will be a past.

the epitome of nothing ever

well versed in the word “fuck”

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“[we] come from nature.…There is an importance to [having] a certain reverence for what nature is because we are connected to it… If we destroy nature, we destroy ourselves.”

 

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