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Puppet. (Poem)

  • Writer: Michael Gene
    Michael Gene
  • May 6, 2019
  • 1 min read

Image Credits: The Puppeteer's Hands by Sara Riches

She’s my little puppet.

I pull on her strings.

She’s my little puppet.

I make her do things.

She’s my little songbird.

My marks make her sing.

She’s my little object.

Around her neck she wears my ring.

She’s my little girl.

Mine, broken or put together.

I could kill her today,

I think I’ll keep her forever.

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