Emily Beck


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Foraged in times of thick black soot, winded is the soul they say
It oozes out of eyes and ears, unable to see nor hear
Infecting every orifice, it is the cancer within
The elk of tomorrow have come today
To feast upon the greenness
This is the generation
With no inspiration
Right is wrong
Responsibility

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