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Your beauty beholds as I look from afar
But all I see is emptiness as I get closer

I’m a marionette and your muse my puppeteer
As I use my words as mere tools to get to you

In the expanse of darkness that you present
I look deeper to find beaming gems piercing through the void

Gazing into them I see my own reflection
As I realize it was only a mirror all along.