
Maybe there’s a future somewhere?
I crash into the meltdown pane
A dead bird—choked on hot laced air
Maybe there’s a future somewhere?
Disintegrating fallout cares
Reliving what was this insane
Maybe there’s a future somewhere?
I crash into the meltdown pane
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