the echoes begin from a forgotten cave
every time I take my microscope
to examine the folds of the heart
I sigh after finding everything flourishing
but who knew
that your heart can put up a facade
and hide creases
detailed valleys filled with memories
ones that the microscope has not yet observed
the cave never grows bigger
the curves get thicker
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