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I don’t have to be
the spinning cog
or lifeless machine of greed
to be worthy
of love
And yet I’m spinning round
in capitalism’s glove
atop the earth
I am like the moon
debased and gray
and yet although my darkness lives
the light has won
the sun it never dies
it only gets obscured
and one day it will come back home
the rising over mountains
a great new sun eruption
Pluto lets Persephone fly
and golden Apollo gets her high
and from the darkness rises
love unfurled
a queen beleaguered
but here to SCREAM!

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