Marionette

May 23, 2014

And so it trickles

And settles

And i'm back where we started

The string is taut

The pace quickens

Nothing can be stopped

There is no remedy

The words falling from your mouth are all wrong

And none of it matters

We are here

And it is now

And it’s all wrong

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