there is a world inside me
vast and scary and a little broken
it has no name or perhaps I have forgotten it
but it calls to me sometimes, a low rumble of a sound
as if the stones weighting down my soul were crumbling down
I wonder if the world inside me is a reflection of who I once was, before
or perhaps there is no connection and I simply carry a new world within my body
but it does not feel new, it feels ancient and, like my heart, it too seems to be withering away
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