a crooked house

you fall in love
and enter a new dimension
one room collapses and another expands
to trace where you just left
“a constant dialogue
between reality and illusion”
and will trick your memory
a crooked house of love
the beginning is not where you return
the end is not where you go
welcome to tesseract

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