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The airbag blooms
A gunshot flower just in time
My pollen soaked face
Now the bees
Snarl at the glass
Trying the handles
I don’t have my eyes
Yet forming a picture
Of just how I got here
Yell mama
Yelled mama
The flame’s getting closer
You have to let go
The lifts are all broken
You just have to leap this
Is your mama speaking
Just go
Just go
I’ll be here
The stitching rooms
Clutching at echoes
Just out of the ether
I don't know their names
The bees
Pestle my face
With their tiny mortars
I don't have my legs
Thighs deep in the waters
Of just how I got here
Yell mama
Yelled mama
The flame’s getting closer
You have to let go
The lifts are all broken
You just have to leap this
Is your mama speaking
Just go
Just go
I’ll be here
