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by eznn
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2200199
For my Solace.
The only console I sing as my lullaby:
in due when the day and night finally crashes and all humans turn into ashes;
in glee I know Mother Earth will still breathe life.
Albeit with different forms of life we’ve seen in this millennium,
but it will still be life.
And we humans can not hurt her anymore,
because we with death aligned.
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