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Feb 20
Ignition!

We launch
Into the stratosphere,
Ascending out of the abyss
Strapped into wooden chairs,
Death creeps its way into my heart.

Pretending nothing is amiss
As we realize something's there;
Winds blowing us a hearty billow.

The cabin is entered;
Our blood soon chilled.
We could not predict
Such a hearty thrill.

W
H
O
M
S
T

Are you?
Houston, we have lift-off!
Written by
Marla  20/Trans/Bklyn
(20/Trans/Bklyn)   
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