"Mind Palace"
My mind is a mysterious place,
Yet always remains a palace.
Don’t have to feel, don’t have to touch,
Just pure logic
With a sea of emotion roaring behind.
Never trustworthy, but always dependable.
A thought is a deal with the devil.
Sow the seeds of doubt or
Triumph for goodwill--
The products are always hazy.
And yet it is built just for me.
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