Poets- we call ourselves
When really,
We are the puppets
-stringed to reality.
Our ink is running out
And thus, the marionettes
Will once again
Put on their show.
When really,
We are the puppets
-stringed to reality.
Our ink is running out
And thus, the marionettes
Will once again
Put on their show.
Kiki_McGee
Love_In_Her_Eyes
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