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Just a Sonnet Iv

Stinking thinking of men Ink overflow out of this pen Rivers concentrated with darkness He who believes shall attain lightness Lightness within brightness, EARTH without HE Is ART - trees belong to mother nature not thee All science is theory, Joeying, but not getting better every January. White lives matter Black lives matter Green lives matter When will all life on EARTH matter? We all too high to riot, we feel like Bas Moving but no direction, because we don't got the compass.

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