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Time Displacement

I’d like to reach into my pocket And use all those wasted times of past displacements Stored there for just this momentous occasion A fatalistic fantasy for immortality. . . For I know that one day My time will run out But for now, I intend to keep on pocketing And using as I please I’ll let you know how it’s working When I’m two hundred and three

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