Requiem: A Trilogy
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Last published Sun, Feb 11, 2018
A poetic trilogy:
The death of a tree takes only a moment.
The death of a forest is a torturous one.
The death of the Earth is too slow to see.
Rise up from your ignorance
And you shall be free.
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