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the mirror of subconsciousness holds the drifting sediment of thoughts that never rise to waking light it gathers the soft distortions of memories bending themselves into new shapes it keeps the shadow-bright symbols of fears that speak in riddles we almost understand it tilts toward the mind revealing the hidden currents that carry us even when we think we’re still
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