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Ventriloquist
Ventriloquist whispers,the dummy talks
The dummy directs, ventriloquist walks
Perfected the craft, his lips never move
A dummy with child, perform their food
Thin walls amplifies the cries of the man
Voice never heard will puppet is in hand
The closed door broadcasts dummies abuse
A loud deep tone, and a sinister youth
Twin dummies; was carved to look just like him
Share spirits, so he knows how to fight him
In public; secrets is what dummy reveals
No shame in his game, carved wood cannot feel
Cowering in life, for some there's no choice
Remains a coward, til he finds his voice!
By, The Scribe
M. Linton
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