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the wreckage of a million globes lays around me
their ash and dust is caked under my fingernails
my nose is filled with the charred smoke of death

it was an accident
it's your fault
they brought it on themselves
I had no choice

the souls of a billion ghosts howl around me
their bitter and clammy touch stings my eyes
my thoughts are filled with memories of guilt

if I had it to do over
next time will be different
if only they understood
I meant it for the best
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