She gives us her land, and we cut at it with scissors.
Each luminous bulb hides her dying insects.
Each time we pollute her, she only tries to give us more.
But Earth still loves us anyway.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
