In my mind there is a map of the galactic forces at work.
I don't know what that means, but I do know that my head hurts.
My heart has an imprint of some kid's face on it.
I know what that means, but I wonder how it got there.
The little indents on my fingers feel raw.
I'm sure it's from feeling the rough walls and the paved ground.
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