polar bears

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Warm milk once trickled my throat I took it for granted But now that seemed a luxury for my longing lips are as dry as my mother’s nips     I haven’t seen my father for weeks
Decay in the earth of all living things. Just not here, where the cold keeps the flesh safe, maybe not from those ravenous beings,
Dude! Come on, listen As I’m speaking carbon is being emitted But no you don’t care And no you’re not hearing me And if you can’t see all this pollution Then you’re obviously not seeing clearly
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