hey missile, straw man
where were you going
on saturday last?
because fire is fire, no
matter why
sometimes we're just soft
endings are hard, you know
i can watch the start
the finish line grows until
four years down
where did we go?
it's world war three down here
this vast, metal life
like boxes, fish bowls, thin film
i could never dream of dreaming big
but i did
i did
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