I'm learning the secrets of time travel
So that I can turn my bed into a machine
Once you crawl in, time will slow till it's reached
A speed so slow its imperceptible
And we will be trapped
In a moment.
Everything around us will age and decay
While we play, like nymphs, beneath blankets
The sky stuck in shades of pink and blue
The red sun hovering atop a still and quiet city
For as long as we choose.
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