Let me run through the halls
of your memory-
your secluded maze
of countless thoughts.
Where is the key to your door?
When do I find it,
if today
is before yesterday?
Our conversations carry on
without sound
while I keep searching.
Speak to me,
but don't say anything.
I'll find your key
within me.
But when are we
if today
is before yesterday?
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