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You are the picture of beauty in a world with no eyes.

The lovely voice in the distance I chose to ignore,
Only to find I have nothing else.

I am the sea that endlessly laps at your shore,
Only to turn back before ever tasting the sun.
The lover that parts your world at the slightest
suggested imperfection.

You are the passive moonlight that I gaze beyond,
Only to stare at the pain in the face looking back
at me from the
mirror.
The waiting calm I never thought existed, though
somewhere the hint
hid inside me.

I am the heart that longs to break the cycle.
The one who lives to contemplate, to understand.
The one who wakes, startled, as the night comes to a
close,
Only to find that life, like beauty, is in the eye
of the beholder.

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