Fun House
looking both ways down an infinite hall,
looking back at myself endlessly,
I turned right and followed for ages,
until I realized I was always going left,
How do I turn to where I meant,
will I go east when I meant to turn west?
Which me in the hallway is looking back,
all the way to the me I was before?
Is he still there?
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