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Earth feels true, so why do i sit in a call center?
sowed seeds
tilling loamy soil for the green stalks growth
hands in the smothering dirt
i felt god under my fingernails
poisoned with freedoms
i'll pass this on to my son
tilling loamy soil for the green stalks growth
hands in the smothering dirt
i felt god under my fingernails
poisoned with freedoms
i'll pass this on to my son
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