pluto, sweet god of death
will you hold on just a bit longer?
i believe the universe has decided to exhale
upon closer inspection of the residents
and do you blame her?
we took advantage and muddied her waters
so extinction is the best possible solution
but i want you to survive
i want to swallow the moon
too
safe in my star-lined belly
want jupiter to spin helter skelter
and soar for eons
and though i know we are hopeless
i want the sun to sputter out
and be reborn as a quaint dwarf planet
i want people to survive
even though we are so incredibly damaged
but if we have to go
i want the black hole
that glows precious gold
to eat us up
staring hungrily like a cat's eye
hanging lonely in the sky
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escapril
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