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Constructed machines

no longer just to travel from point A to point B,

over complicated and over luxuriated

Even our breath is polluted exhaust

exhales that curse 

or carry carcinogens

Chemical consumptions

making us function

as machines we aren’t meant to be

Resources we’ve extracted from earth

in the name of progressive industrialized worth

extract us further and further from our place of birth

Driven out of Eden

still we drive

still we roam

trying to find our way back home


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