It's all winding backwards
As gears grind forward like teeth in sleep
green light arcs
from anything metal
this machine lurches time
everything moving in reverse
Creating a blur of nausea
I am immortal this way
Traveling
Looking for lost love
In my own timeline
You drip in slow motion
And break my heart repeatedly
Over and over again
I replay scenes
until the pain is me
All me
It's not too late to learn from this
I keep the wounds fresh
Lest I forget
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