Corridors in my intellect timely contemplate
Passages so long, they venture to excavate
In the depth of my mind, a sacred cave
The labyrinth of emotions, hard to erase
A copy of me, they venture to replicate
The shadow of my foam, they both duplicate
The soul, a reflection of precise delicate
Conceptions and words seem to diverge
Yet, perception and meaning do converge
A being of intricate design, twists too complicate
A labyrinth of complexity, a knotted thing
A duplicate of me, a watery spring
Waves of my arduous, a tide so strong
A shadow of my soul, a song so long
The membrane of my heart, a winding thing
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