Map of Your Head
Motionless
Emotionless
Looking back at the entry
Searching for the exit
Inhale
Exhale
My body is exhausted
My mind is drained
Tears
Sweat
Salt subsides seamlessly
Permeate into my heart
Dark
No light
I am blind
Lack of contact
Oppressive
Rotating gears
Wet chrome and leather
Melting Roman numerals
Black
White
Hard to identify
Your silhouette is in my sight
Plan
Rush
Lost in this voyage
I don’t need another map of your head
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