the final minute.
time seems to fly by.
the earth is opening her arms.
ready to catch her favorite soul.
fourty five seconds
touching the clouds.
flying.
living dreams people only wish for.
thirty seconds.
the cars seem like ants nows.
leaving and entering the hill.
meeting the colony.
fifteen seconds.
the grass becomes detailed.
every blade sways with the wind.
waves in the lake urge you to a landing.
ten seconds.
the ants look up.
your the entertainment tonight.
five seconds.
close your eyes.
breathe in.
tomorrows headline "falling star".
goodnight.
four...
three...
two...
one...
zero
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