Dec 2, 2015, 8:04 PM

Post-launch 

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We force our way through life
like rockets in the sky.
But in the end we're out of fuel
so who's to fool?
As gravity reclaims it all
in smoke and flames;
the fall is debt repaid.
Existence borrowed is unmade.

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