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my lies live in truth’s spare room

coming here is a perfect tragedy,

it is draped with accidents that make me more silver than gray

and looks a bit like tomorrow would if I could put her into words

she whispers

come with me

right here

where every future can exist

and I can show you how perfect they all are

I want this room to be the past, I want to be nothing but the past

until I don’t recognize myself tomorrow

until I have created a human out of my heartbeat

and stepped right into her body