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Jan 2015
I awake on a ship that
Can sail upside-down;
The bellhop shows me
With a click of his feet.

"You're stuck in time"
he explains, "somewhere
Between four and forty
Years" and I am twenty.

I look around, surrounded
By all different eras while
He leads me to a space machine.
"Your destination, miss ception"

"Is a time machine" says a lady
In yellow. "Step in, no need to shy"
She means to stay with me, I can
See, but the rocket doesn't agree.

Neither does Time, I guess. I landed in a
Movie theater with old books on
Shelves in the side of the room.
I think it was supposed to be a memory.
It's about a dream I had last night.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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