The plowshares are running, the seed gets put in, it's not up to humans to determine when, the efforts repeated in warm darkened rooms, should finally start bearing fruit in the wombs. The people are trying, they're giving their best, they're swallowing boosters and waiting for crests, they've squabbled and argued and shouted out blame, they've made up and tried it again and again. They stick to the standard, the one we all know: Quick to spit and raw of hide, cut the shit and come inside.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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