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Puppet StringsI used to think it would be fun to own a marionette But there was a lot of living I had not done yet I thought it keen to be able to control its every move I dreamt of the beauty of its movement With me controlling the groove Would not my pretty puppet, have oh so much fun? If it would simply allow its movement to be controlled by the superior one Today I don't dream of such silly things If I received such a present I would gently cut its strings For letting go and living by the seat of your pants Seems the only way one can truly dance For love is neither about obsession nor possession 2/07 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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