rocket
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One day,
we’ll surge past the exosphere,
flying at
two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty-
nine
A rocket waits to fly
From its launchpad
In the living room.
Helmet on, radio in hand,
Two explorers approach.
One room over
If you're in it
Then own it.
Every facet
Every detail
Every store tag
Sale or retail
If you bought it
Then own it.
And not just the poppin' collar
Holding back,
No longer allowing slack
Pulling in the reigns
On this issue that is causing me so much pain
If I could create a world, would color be in it?
Flying wingless I rip the skyGuided by voices that silent cry"Pending orders, standby, standby,Wait until there is reply.Orders received, confirm, comply,Coordinates given, received, now fly
