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there's no birds chirping, only a sweet smell of decay. a bear trap clings to human. i'm no bear, but i'll still become a path for vultures. i'll return my bones to mother nature, a turn to give. weareallmeat.
Sat, May 25
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there's no birds chirping, only a sweet smell of decay. a bear trap clings to human. i'm no bear, but i'll still become a path for vultures. i'll return my bones to mother nature, a turn to give. weareallmeat.
2 Kudos
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