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eventually i was
the future's child
if i were screaming into my cellphone
but i am screaming into my mirror
eventually i was
a 90's child
if i were unable to fix
my fate's music
surely i were
a miserable wife
of a demonic mind
(the one i own)
surely i were
a lifelike woman
if i hadn't died
of heartache
as a child

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