"We puzzle over flower, vine-leaf, fruit / They speak not just the language of the year / A thing of succor rises from the dark / and its hues may gleam with the jealousy of the dead, those who strengthen the earth / What do we know of their share on it? / It has long been their practice to enrich the loam with their own free narrow / The question is: do they do it willingly?" OH por DIOS amo esto
— Mar 08, 2022 03:45PM
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