"Smells the taste of all we waste, which could feed the others. But we smother each other with the nectar and pucker the sour of sugar sweet. Weather blows through out trees, swims through our seas, flies to the last gasp we left on this earth.
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth..."
- Death to birth (Pagoda)
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