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time capsule

I still have the movie ticket stubs,
the fused bulb I changed for you
in january,
in a cardboard box
shelved in the back of my mind

I went out today

it’s like being a child all over again
jumping on sofas, except
this time instead of the floor the people
are lava, and if you make eye contact
you’ll remember exactly
how boring you are

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