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Dear Mother,
You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius
Products designed for our own convenience
Greasy, grimy, slippery oil
Seeping into your velvety soil
Basking
In their wealth
Pennies saved
Catastrophe strikes
A gilded ocean,
A dying abyss
After a billion deaths
Ignorance
Was a retreat
As the world
Turned away
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