Vase Race
the girl didn't want to talk about time travel
and said goodbye to me soon and then left
and I stood still, thinking about
the space continuum that repeats through history
it's one big conspiracy of vase race theory
really unreal, truly non-existent
explaining nothing at all and more
despite oblivion
it's funny how we always try
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