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Being Human
Rubber scrapes the soil
orchestrating a path
with feet.
Watching tread copyright nature
with a flawed melody,
a percussion of leaves crunches beneath,
touching gales with a verse of words-
before the chorus fades.
Tuesday 18th February 2020 6:32 pm
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