My taste is refined and exquisite,
My lows are your highs.
The bar is set to standards for which you have never seen,
Encompassing everything you strive to be, I have left behind.
I transcend the abyss and become what it lacks.
I am nothing, but I am everything-
Your deceit, your love, all-contained within this hollow.

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