Puppet

You tied your string around
Rusty gears
And said you’d help me stand.
I gave you my creaky
Symphony
Crafted with silent wails.
Here,
Underneath my name,
Carved in uncial gothic,
At dusk,
It dawned
As my song returned
That I had stood when we met.






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