Blink

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My eyes sweep the horizon
I take in the sight
And cling to every detail I can get
Because in an instant
It could completely vanish

A sudden crash
A bright flash
It's overwhelming

Sirens blare
The thinning air
Can barely be taken in

All of the past
All of the future
All opportunities
All gone

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