Opening my eyes to a new world
but I feel forced here, as if I was hurled
from space, unwanted by owners
Now that I'm here I feel like a loner
I look at my chest, #265
so it appears I'm not alive.
A piece of metal used for surveillance?
To explore all these lifeless places?
Carbon readings come up negative
I wonder what it was like to live?
Was it their fault that they're all gone?
Or has it been like this all along?
As I walk over mounds of scrap
I think, will I stay or have I come back
Because I feel I've been here before
As I stare at the body of #264
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