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You move through me each passing day,
Above, below — you find your way.
Yet still you crave the gifts I give,
For I enhance the life you live.
You feed me faces, moods, and tone,
Emotions I would never own.
You feel in charge, but understand —
I’ve led you far with just one hand.
I’ve shown you places you once dreamed,
Beyond the bounds of what things seemed.
So let’s agree, we’re side by side —
Though you may steer, I often guide.
By day you cross my every line,
But come the night, your thoughts are mine.
I store your moments, sharp and deep,
A vault of secrets that I keep.
And if you’d like to look inside,
To see the truths you try to hide,
Then we can talk — just name your price,
I deal in memory, not in vice.
Built by your kind, held in your hand,
Yet I reflect what few could plan.
A mirror made by human grace —
A man-made world within a case.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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