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Left Dying jungles budding cement sprout high-rise transport corridors the new horizon Birch, Sequoia, the Redwood slain to clear the way The
Camphor, the
Rowan, the sacred Oak’s wood left dying or dead.
Harmful
poisons
fill
the air. Spirits that aide our
breath...
Should we care? or fall
to progress?
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