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Earth Age

 Before the air takes your skin
and my lung's cage is coal
know that the grass
never grew around me
and it never flourished
beneath my stubborn foot.

When the soprano rides the last wind
over forgotten footprints nestled snugly
in the belly of valleys and
through the deep-rooted disposable trees
and the last cloud wets the ground -

you'll find not every end has a new;
we are nonrenewable.
When earth's hand hits its hour
we are the dispensable.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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