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Puppet Free of Strings
the frailty of human nature
to wonder where this all can lead
truth best captured in the present
no place more perfect than its now
riding the coattails of fantasy
candied kisses in clear mint sky
longing in conjured dreamy state
ethereal in its summoned whimsy
scattered figments of imagination
there then gone they never happened
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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