winds of about one-hundred-thousand femtometres per nanosecond

I open the door everyday
Looking out to find my way
blizzards calling out for help,
So cold and isolated, I melt.

My Hands up, mercy buzzing by,
Zapped into sub-mission-airy
Laying on my back hopelessly
distant sounds of sirens imaginary.

Goodbye, goodbye.

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