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SENSATIONS

Ryan Downey

I ate my past today.
Mixed it with acid
Dissolved its layers.
It tasted like shoes.

I smelled my present today.
As it wafted into my nose
Scent mingled with smog.
I couldn’t quite define it.

I saw my future today.
It was dancing all day
Looked like happiness.
I must be going blind.

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