Just a glimpse
into a forfeited future,
because it's not nice to stare.
Compartmentalizing afterthoughts:
I'm on another planet and it's all three's
(the magic number).
Find the dynamite, let sparks fly.
Up in smoke nothing's tied down.
My thoughts are scattered all across this street
and maybe
it has nothing to do with seeing you...
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