In a time machine, going back to past,
this disturbing thought entraps me:
if someone wants to eat me
who should it be?
rather a mystical woman, mature
than a skeptical nymph,
*an optical illusionist
who with her eyes,
showed few tricks, to me lately-
perfectly fits the bill*.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC
In a time machine, going back to past,
this disturbing thought entraps me:
if someone wants to eat me
who should it be?
rather a mystical woman, mature
than a skeptical nymph,
*an optical illusionist
who with her eyes,
showed few tricks, to me lately-
perfectly fits the bill*.
If one can pick and choose the cannibals of choice in those days
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