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Fuck the earth

Flippant contaminants cry, decry your flood,
dirge-lament your love-electric flash.
Your clap (applause-less) detonates wet-brained panic —
you feel rejected.

Soiled corrupters, all-entitled, fleeing fast from
focused cleansings, Sunday finery, feasts a-perilled,
curse you, “Fuck off” screaming.
You need consoling.

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Let us toil; drown ingratitude, mother-fucking poison, aggression;
dry-balance respect, purge toxins, focus:
I love you, love you, you;

Applaude each welcomed
drop,
each drip. You bless-nourish, please
wend toward more forty days
then more to fertile-me.

I offer hostess-love, electric;
hail our detonation conjugation;
welcome nurture of my breeds.

Ah, Veronica[s]t,[/s]

you are such a wholesome girl. I enjoy the pagan-fertility-goddess tone of your poem.

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