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Marionette
Like ice knit dolls in chains,
Bitter strings wrought through our veins
To question whether mirrors are sane
Oh, is reason not a grave?
Still we sit – a frozen mage
Perched atop their lifeless stage
Only left a void display,
So the tie can slip and falter.
Already there is a hollow gaze
Uttered by our idle phase
How many lips must they break,
Until this show is seen a halter.
Now they take out all out lungs,
As we lose those feverish tongues
To stroll around in sickening gowns
Made of frosting skin.
Soon we will not have pure eyes –
For it will be a mere disguise
And what foul error is there to see,
But perfect, kindred, tragedy
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