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The forests are burning,

the deserts have rivers,

A panick attack

crawls up my spine and attaches to my back.

The oceans are rising

The ice cap is melting

And I realize there's no

Time to waste in this anguish

Time to haste to a dream -

that will never be.

Today, it died.

Like my uncle's belief

of taking a plane to visit a sibling.

Or my sisters's idea of what milk is good for.

Everything as we know it

will wash up to shore

like the dream I had

Of living till I'm 40.

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