Time Travelers 

Shame It knows our names
It knows our dreams

Our aspirations 

It shines light on the body count 

Of our hearts

Making a mausoleum right behind our very own closet door 

I travel through time

Back to the past

When I first saw your eyes

To moment I had with you last

I dream of those moments

Like a graphic novel

Wishing so badly the end would change

I wish it would change

It will always be that summer in my heart

In my dreams

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