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Puppet
December 3, 2021
Hearts like pulleys following directions from the writer of the script.
Pulling one string after another,
Tears flow like rain, we become flooded.
Our hearts become sudsy and veins leak milk,
As the pulleys cause us to wilt,
And empty our bones.
Mouths full of soap we are trying,
We’re begging, pleading, crying.
But it’s too late and we all know,
It is time we begin to lose hope.
© Sared S., Pompton Plains, NJ
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This about being taken control of and losing the hope that we once had. But we know we don't deserve it.