Model ViewsA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist .-. mannequins and puppets
What is in the mind of a mannequin? Brushed polymer and wax hair,
How do I move my limbs if all I am is a puppet? How do my lips move against this if nothing makes it past my tongue? Strings, I am strung upon these beams, in loneliness, time to forget all you ever were. © 2011 Ruminating Archaeologist |
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Added on October 1, 2011 Last Updated on October 1, 2011 Author
Ruminating ArchaeologistParadoxical Cerebrum, INAboutSince 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..Writing
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