Take me to the corners
of the universe. I can’t stand
this monotony and Doctor,
you’ve got a cure
for this fever.
This fever can only
be cooled by the ices
of Pluto, and the snow
crystals in your sure eyes.
Sure, eyes may be windows
to the soul but the TARDIS
is a window to this world
and every world beyond. Just allow
me to come with you.
With you I’ve found a thousand
lives I’d left behind. They say
love makes you a child again –
so is this love? What of?
What of life do you know,
strange man? Were you ever
an infant or have you always
just been? Tell me your secrets.
Your secrets pile onto each
other, your lies, your diversions.
But we’ve all the time in the world,
so maybe I can piece them together.
just don’t leave me here, Doctor.
Here, Doctor, have some fish sticks
and custard. I will be patient.
Just, wherever you go next,
take me.
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