.Implicit in these lives of plenty is a hurting, a venting, world of contempt
and implicit on these tongues of opinion is the sugary craving that drools its consent
Such a fertile continent, such an orchard of ferment
the intoxicating scent of rotting, fruity flesh
It's a garden yield.
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