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you strip down the layers one by one
dreading what you'll find when you get to the core.
Like the antithesis of a Christmas present
there's no excitement as your tear into it,
only increasing fear.
No one's seen the center
no one can even guess what's down there, down below the inverted horizon
swimming in the liquid shadows of time.
You don't even want to know at this point
so you close your eyes and think of a pretty picture
and talk yourself into believing that it's something good,
som
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