I know there are secrets kept
from my eyes
inside your mind.
An impermeable membrane
between me and you, the
Mariannes Trench, where
all the pieces to the puzzle
that is you are kept.
But the key to this vault
is lost or
simply misplaced, as far as you
have shown me.
It’s a futile search but I don’t mind.
Like any good burglar,
I’ve got a lockpicking set.
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