To Atlantis from Atlanta
A couple letters away from here
Lies a city
When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it — the waves crashing down —
The way sunlight looks filtering through the water —
It is always violent, the ending
Every city was built to fall — this we know.
I wanna be there when we do
I wanna see how years transform to seconds transform to no time at all
All we were was all the beautiful hellfire of our undoing.
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