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Sat, 11/18/2017 - 01:43 -- Axelz

A child of ten years,

And a invisible puppeteer,

Stumbled upon each other in a forum.

 

They grew closer and closer,

But little did the child know,

They would break their heart.

 

For the child was a puppet,

Laid in their hands,

Mangled and torn,

Over and over again.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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