Earth’s spit-polished veneer chipped away Without skin we cannot live Sea levels rise coastlines retreat Overflowing glacial teardrops flooding basins >< >< >< >< >< Spitfire core molten anima meltdown Crust scraped like burnt toast Streaming butter sugary cinnamon sprinkles Teapot spout letting off steam <> <> <> <> <> Wanton destruction of lonesome planet Diminishing water supplies agricultural clashes Recycled excuses uprooted [...]
SPIN CYCLE
April 22nd, 2008 charles frederickson · 1 Comment
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