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hear the sounds
and wonder, where do we fit in?
ponder, what are we made for?
pity the one who knows not
you who knows you know not knows more
bridging worlds once unfathomable
i wonder to what extent will we go
respecting not the way nature is meant to be
the deplorable state of the earth shall
haunt us to no end
dismayed at us
annoyed at what we do
yet i can do nothing
Everybody could use an olive branch.
Inspiration for change, no?
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