• JillSteinsPuckeredAnus@lemmy.world
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    11 hours ago

    The sun will burn a hole right through…
    Your parasols.
    The clouds so sick they’ve split in two…
    From aerosols.
    The air will fill your lungs with fists…
    For ev’ry breath.
    'Til future days when life exists…
    To mirror death.