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Just something I wrote for a class once.

The puppeteer tries to hold her up,
But the string breaks.
She crumples.
Her face is wet and singing,
Her hands cracked and bleeding.
If only there were tissues.
But puppets don't get runny noses
Except when things go wrong.
As always,
They have.
But in the end,
One just makes the best.

Author's Note

You can try to give me tips, but I'll warn you, poetry makes no sense to me.
What do you guys think it's about? I'm curious to see what others think.