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The Earth is a language
Spoken as if from an abyss
 
Blind we move our arms, flailing
Between the rocks and water
 
Fungus and mold,
Coral edges when all is cold
 
The fishermen rescue us,
Repair our broken limbs
 
But there are no victors, no survivors
And no one threatens us, anymore


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