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Puppet

Last night in the flesh everything was known smelled like memory woke up lost begged screamed hands weren't mine somebody else tied them up with strings hanged on a stick and raised the curtain I was asking for we turned the ligths off without words I made him a prayer let it be let it become but you weren't there again and I thought today I disgust myself morning shower black coffee laughter of a child that has a mother flat tire of a bicycle wandering among the shelves with groceries McDonald's caramel icecream I searched behind wrong doors again nervously by thumb shaking of ashes from the cigarette which I didn't enjoyed at all eyes have adopted the taste of wood I became that from what I'm running away my whole life

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