I'm going to sleep, After I weep, I'll fall into my desires, Like a descent into hell fires. Do not await my wake, Because no matter how much I ache, I intend on descending completely, No matter how scared I may be. When I finally reach the ground, It'll be time to jump from the round, For I want to shoot passed Luna's mari, Toward the shining Proxima Centauri.
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