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It is sad And being in the bottom of a clear plastic cup What you love is untouchable You are drowning, filling, with a zero-buoyancy The people once known to you Staring across the salty ocean You call home. Before the trap was set Sunshine and freedom blessed in arms A centre of the crowd Then, gone, like a nuclear kablamo That heart turned to a burning crisp Black but foremost A hundred million shards. A cheer they bring to your salty sorrow Swallow And crumple To waste.