Monday, 24 March 2008

Building Roads to Modern Times

Piles of rock,
your insides.
I go through you.
You once allowed me,
I have abused you.
You're all around,
agonizing.
How much you give me,
how much I take.
I destroy you.
"Development" I tell myself.
What a fool I feel like.
You must be sacrificed.

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