PuppetA Poem by wolfie
Puppet and Puppeteer,
held with the strings of divination, everything predetermined; the act of a smile, the practice of a tear... False die cast in the shadow of the trickster, dancing feverishly in rampaging circles, until the cords limp, and the puppet is no more.
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Added on March 8, 2016 Last Updated on March 8, 2016 AuthorwolfieTXAboutHello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..Writing
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