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Give me time to find the words to say this.
Let me explain.
I didn't mean to...
In a minute, none of these words will ever leave you.
If this place is a bottle,
I'm the one with the message.

I'm going to make a statistic out of us...

And here she goes into slow motion,
To the floor and me with her.

And the stewardess says,
"Crash position, please..."

And the end is almost here,
And we will see it together,
From the edge of our plots...

Into the sunset.
FADE OUT.


--Corey Mayo

Copyright (c) 2000 by Corey Mayo