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[treehugger11]

cry.
cry, you not-so-beloved country
i love your people
your rivers
your valleys and peaks
your seashores and sunsets
but you
you
you
you are the weight that presses
the rope that burns
you
are dust.

melt.

Comments

[projectjustice]

Very nice writing, and very true to the current situation as well.