on the soured relationship
we want
to leave.
to end it and be done with it.
it can't be saved.
we want
to go to mars.
to venus. to explore life
beyond this airless
planet.
so you put on your helmet,
your space suit,
you grab your energy bar
and tang,
and go. no need for a countdown,
just blastoff.
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