Time Machine

November 6, 2017

You

And a time machine

Makes three

We can leave

This place

And see

All there is to see

And feel

All there is to feel

In the

Past.

Present.

Future.

We can

Close our eyes

And imagine our lives

How they would be

You

And a time machine

Never

Made

Three.

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