Underneath..tis where I live
Born..of last years moist
Hardened dust..my outer crust
Resents..laments..then.. must relent
Release
Paradise..in spring newborn
Fresh roots..young worms..leading
All below..the world alive..needs
All above..we must survive
In peace
Squish me... if you want to do
There's a million of my kind
But..a million minus ten a year
Speaking geologically
We cease
And so does all
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2026 11:23
- Category: Unclassified
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