The countryside is being eaten by the very structure that we lean on
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love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children
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nowhere to run
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distance ourselves by the balanced crops of thought
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till the field
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no where to run
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you were never there
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the oceanside is being torn down
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by the countless drops of blackness feeding filtration
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for the domestication of diseases
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you'll lose your balance on this rope
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broncos with cavalry bringing me home
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Campfire
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| Bear Vs. Shark |
