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When i put this future in the microwave: Would you say it pops like popcorn? Or like kneecaps? Bottlecaps? And if i wrapped it in tinfoil Would it spark? Or disappear? Or pop at all? And if i placed the plug between my lips And closed my eyes, Would the door open? Would time really matter? Would my mother judge my current life decisions? And then if the morning after i woke Electrified, paralyzed and confused Would wool feel still so itchy? Would i still be where i stood? Or there at all?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Until It Left These Burnt Walls
When i put this future in the microwave: Would you say it pops like popcorn? Or like kneecaps? Bottlecaps? And if i wrapped it in tinfoil Would it spark? Or disappear? Or pop at all? And if i placed the plug between my lips And closed my eyes, Would the door open? Would time really matter? Would my mother judge my current life decisions? And then if the morning after i woke Electrified, paralyzed and confused Would wool feel still so itchy? Would i still be where i stood? Or there at all?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
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