InstrumentA Poem by DindellaWith strings attached to every bendable stick, Your breathe clouds hot, heavy, and thick, Fogging up your glass vision And letting the outside in.
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Added on September 13, 2015 Last Updated on September 13, 2015 Tags: blindness, ache, depression, hurt, manipulation, pain, puppet, puppeteer, puppetry, sadness, idk what else, you could, interpret this as AuthorDindellaRuther Glen, VAAboutHi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..Writing
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