My head in the center of a giant calendar turned to November
the first day of the month circled in thick, red marker.
When someone asks what I am
I'll say all arrogantly
“The Future"
And then that particular someone will turn into a hurricane (cause that's how they're made, I think)
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a hurricaine -- or a milkshake.
no, really.
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