There were missiles marked with your name,
scratched on the side,
a ticket to ride the elevator to the bottom floor weighed heavy in your pocket,
and you could hear the whistling of fate’s feared song speeding closer.
It was over,
as it always had to be,
for you had to fall for the sun to rise.

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