deep
my memory is deep, like a yawning rent in the earth.
It surprises me, how very deep it runs. Sometimes a trapdoor in my mind will open, and then another, and another.
Just like staring into a mirror within a mirror - or my reflection in the eyes of those I care about.
It surprises me, how very deep it runs. Sometimes a trapdoor in my mind will open, and then another, and another.
Just like staring into a mirror within a mirror - or my reflection in the eyes of those I care about.
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