Italian Sonnet#1~ Poison
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We create our own demise, our doom. We don't know that we do it, we just do. We hurt this precious green and blue planet that us humans call home. But would you really treat your house like shit by throwing trash in the woods where you camp out? In the jungles, when you go hiking? littering with literally the smallest crap ever like some stupid gum wrapper?! REUSE THAT SHIT WHEN YOU DECIDE TO SPIT IT OUT!! WHILE DRIVING, TOO?! YEAH I'M CALLING ALL YOU OUT WHO DO THAT! But hey, I was guilty with that too at some point, no lie.
This is dedicated to Mother Earth 🌏 ❤️👭👫
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