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Thought Echo Cave
Always looking far away
For abstract answers
Truths half hidden,
When all the time
The truth coils
Around my ankles.
Hissing. |
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Look near.
Very near.
This day is my teacher.
Yet, i am lost in day-dreams.
Always looking far
Not near.
Lost in Thought Echo Cave,
Enthralled by shadows dancing.
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