I can't help seeing it as hollow space, like the inside of a trunk. |
Each elusive hint of sensation from one of my organs is a glint of colored light |
It is a secret, busy space, and when I imagine myself inside it, I am filled with glee and self-satisfaction.
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It is mysterious in there |
When something goes wrong with the inside of my body
I feel woebegone in a more than physical way; my feelings are hurt, my trust seems to have been betrayed. |