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I feel my stomach turn as I hear the sloshing from inside.

Extraneous innards reap throughout, the flesh beneath my own subsides.

Every drip echoes through the chasm that was my mind.

The labyrinth of introspection, strewn with remains of untold expanse and ornamented with the love of the ones I can no longer know.

Animate mementos adorn every turn and I am overwhelmed by stagnation with every twist.

Draped in what was, I navigate in search of what is.

Drenched in the miasmal mist of my own laughter, I search through your insides in hopes of finding my own.

I couldn't feel further from the clarity I seek, until I am consumed by the beauty that you reek, as it drifts boundless around the mess I have made.