It feels like a doomsday device, which was about to explode in my face, instead got thrown off a cliff and exploded harmlessly in the canyon below.
I'm just starting to see the first trails of smoke rise up from the new crater, drawing pretty paths in the sky.
If I had a loved one at hand, I'd probably hug 'em hard enough that bruised ribs would be a potential hazard.
Instead, I've got a cigar in my pocket that I'm too tired to light.
That's what it feels like right now.
I'm just starting to see the first trails of smoke rise up from the new crater, drawing pretty paths in the sky.
If I had a loved one at hand, I'd probably hug 'em hard enough that bruised ribs would be a potential hazard.
Instead, I've got a cigar in my pocket that I'm too tired to light.
That's what it feels like right now.
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