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The Puppeteer

I feel you at my fingertips
I cannot touch
My eyes reflect your image
They remain closed
Your voice echoes in my head
There is a piercing silence
We communicate fluently
Our languages are different
Worlds apart
Such a small universe
Time is eternally suspended
Vanishing from perception
Sensibility is abandoned
The unfamiliar unknown explored
All consequences are forgotten
The promise of your soul relentless
I open the forbidden door
Can I embrace what is inside?
You are curiosity to me
I walk a path of satisfaction
I have a yearning
I am scared to fulfil
I cant cut the strings
You pull I am easily led
It has to end
Before it can begin
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