march, space, death

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i don't want to get buried

or tender mosses all over me

or turn to coal

i want to be burned

now

with fire

so to do my last dance

before i totally disappear

i might just not reach space

but it's the most closest

i will ever get

to my dreams

that not living them

folds my stomach

melts my system

and takes everything out of me

so i decided to pollute the earth

tear the ozone hole

as if it's a poster

because i don't think

i can care to care

I'll carry my smoke

in the atmosphere & glisten

in the early sun rays

and be everywhere henceforth

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