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Looking glass
A world I cannot touch
Yet, it is my world, I see.
Two worlds stand side by side,
Yet so far, impossible to reach,
A hollow as a body without life,
A place that mimics every move,
Yet pain, love not felt.
I can control motion in this world
Distort my image seen.
Yet I can make it feel no emotion,
Has it no soul!
Embrace it I cannot.
For it is after all, reflection,
With its own unseeing world
I love living here in Devon; it gives the best tool in the world for inspiration.
With a wealth of artists there is a host of stimulation for the human mind to creative thought or to the making of art, poetry with the literacy works being written in verse and there is a host of great beauty, emotional sincerity and intensity of profound insight
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