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Through the looking glass
and the days pass no more.
A tale of steel and sweat awakens.
Figures creep into your mind
a myriad of flashes.
around you, greater things
around you, softer words
The cravings of the soul stand and watch
a distant beauty eludes them.
The shadows hurt no more.
The body toils not for the reflection,
but for the man within.
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