...just in case
I ever stop
these will be the signs
mushroom clouds arising
dark, gray sky
spring never coming
whispers of my
existence nothing but shadows
and the gray-green sky will twist
breath tornados destroy
every memory of me
like I fell into a time vortex
and really never existed
because if I didn't love you
I didn't really live
and if i didn't really live
how did i
exist
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