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A blade of grass can be separated
Into several different strands
And you've let these broken pieces
Fall upon your broken hands
And once they've landed in your palms
There's no reparation to be found
So let it be, walk off, stay calm.
Just let them hit the ground...
They touch down to the dirt,
They fertilize the earth,
And lay there to be eaten by,
The many bugs at birth.
And now the pieces, smaller yet,
Are moving through their bodies.
And after all this suffering
All they get
Is a journey through an asshole.
All they are now is just shit.
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Awesome Man
wrote on Jun 23rd, 2009 5:36pm
bravo, it's so poetic, and yet... so not.
~love Moritz quote
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