Someday if all the forests die
rain drops may dream of you and I
echo no one there
crossing in the air
rushed anywhere
darkened sky
Rivers run empty, no one cares
mass ellipses flow with pattern pairs
digital waves rise
of uncertain size
to the prize
lifetimes share
Wicked snares trap octopi caught
toss them new lap bubbly snack pot
do more stir things too
remarkable stew
sloppy goo
wealthy sought.
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