You can feel the wind

Rushing past your cheeks

In sudden gusts, and your

Uncaring eyes are swiveling,

Taking it all in, savoring your

Last moments alive, spent in

The air. There's screaming,

Though you can't tell by whom.

Your arms are flailing, and

You know it's not really this long,

It just seems like it, and it's bound

To end soon. You hope your death

Will be here in a minute, and

You hope it's not too messy.

Then you hit the pavement,

And you're suddenly at-

The End

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