Ink may dull. Bones may break.
Passengers bound to separate.
This room is on fire
and we call out for you.
Eyes ahead. Heart in the present
yesterday would stay indifferent-
Get out of my way.
Get off you bastard.
We never got room for dogs.
Clenched fist bound to cross.
Pilot drowned in bloodlust.
Will the oldest be the best
or left mangled in the dark.
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