On The Things You Fill With Yourself

by krstaten

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I am either a mirror or a canvas;
either you admire your smile
in the whites of my eyes, my existence
only to bounce back your radiance;
or I become an empty thing for you to fill
with your thoughts so I can keep them
safe and beautiful for you to admire.
I am either bottomless or reflective,
vacant or vanity, never more.

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