im on play,

watching everything move in a reverse.

who said rewind was good?

mistakes driven through again.

who said rewind was bad?

love being simulated across the globe.

legs, hands, lips, moving forward

of its own accord.

strangers, friends, loves

in a pursuit of backwards replay.

running forward with a haste,

barely moving in a world of rewind.

then, then, then,




ok...     rewind

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