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It’s a hard shard to swallow.
\nIt’s a scarred card to follow.
\nIt’s a lumbering craft dragged out to sea.
\nWe were just getting started.
\nThe sand itself departed.
\nWave after endless wave and tree by tree.
\nIt came on as expected,
\nnature tortured and rejected.
\nWe stripped the world of all its mystery.
\nIt’s an invite to extinction,
\nour last moment of distinction.
\nWe rowed off on the tears of misery.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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