The Wheels
Wheels in her mind turn left and right, they twist
and turn while controlling her sight,
If one wheel stopped working then her body would
to, she would become nothing and that just
wouldn't do,
So she functions them correctly to make sure she doesn't
mess something up, till one day she thought of her
maker and put one wheel in a strut,
It fell from the others into the dark and the girl stopped
working from the loss of that part.
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