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remaking rock
to look like a liveable endeavor.
distorting space,
overpopulation eyesores everywhere.
can't find a spot where you
don't see an electrical line
ruining the sunset.
why can't we be like lemmings?
i know plenty of cliffs
to jump off,
and plenty of people
i wouldn't mind seeing
take a tumble...
some need help,
a stone to stumble on,
call it fate,
a word to mumble...yawn.
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