mars is no place
to be and yet you
want to go there
and see what you
can see. set foot
in your silver suit
upon the red dust
and swirl of winds
that you have no
business being in.
to leave an imprint
of your weight
within a boot as if
that makes difference
in the airless heat
so many miles away
from blue skies,
blue water and me.
it's not that i
can let you leave,
that's already been
decided by you and
what your heart so
wrongly believes.
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