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carbon flooding our lungs, flooding our blood
carelessness causing everything to rise, rise, rise
if we could just open our eyes
we could see that we’re going to die
This poem is about:
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
carbon flooding our lungs, flooding our blood
carelessness causing everything to rise, rise, rise
if we could just open our eyes
we could see that we’re going to die
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