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Momentum of a falling star rejected lost orbital tie a noose with his life cable when I leave it's not like there's someplace else I'd rather be I liked life better when I didn't know what was going on short breaths like lead no less I'm dead the color of hover could crush the cold pray for me pray for stability exhaust the glamour we've lost the latter low my associate may I associate your face with the last of my life k.i.a. w.i.a secure the future number one number ten with an ace in hand it's artificial horizon. Particular order. I was wondering when that thing you wrote on a ribbon around a heart would take wing apart from will no one could stop us and beauty was a circus smile we were together those miles high we were trading places when you the victim it means in not/emotional/ in the air window seat looking down crane to find my home small as ants someone says /mechanical/ cabin loses pressure before long we're all spinning /emotional/ words get faintly whispered it gets fun to die /mechanical/ propelled on auto until fuel runs out over the ocean /emotional/ someone please stop this flying casket in the sky catastrophe internalized /emotional/ I was wondering about that circus smile /emotional/ someone please find my body it would be hard wondering small as ants slow as snails crawl the stairs.

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