Night At The Museum Poem by Shelley Jones

Night At The Museum



I am the time traveller's wife
Entombed in labyrinthine mosse,
Haunted
By my past, present and future life.

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The title? Don't ask, but that scene stuck with me; maybe something to do with history.
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