Poem Hunter
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Mutated
M (Sept 6,1990 / )

Mutated

Poem By Meghan

the trees sprouted legs and walked their way home
I genetically engineered my heart to feel nothing:
not the raining acid or the plastic bag tides
butterflies turned to ash
and the birds glow neon in the night
mutated life inhabits and infests
this painted planet

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