Like a marionette, I respond to the strings that you unknowingly control. My every move a result of you.
Unable to speak, a smile painted upon my face, I dance around for your pleasure.
My actions are awkward. My thoughts are concealed. Would the strings disappear if my thoughts were revealed?
Like a sorcerer you cast your spell. My reverie becomes fantasy. Visions consume me.
Enchanted by an apparition that takes it's shape like you, I'm fascinated by this mystery.
My actions still awkward. My thoughts still concealed. Would the magic disappear if my thoughts were revealed?
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