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Where are you going oh sweet little doll? Your master hasn't given you the means of leaving at all.
You're tied to your strings, trapped in this stage- a pretty marionette not yet seen the true light of day
Mother and Father would calm her down,
until she was in third grade and looked like a clown. They say she cried too much for a girl her age
but she only thought "how could you not cry, when someone you love dies of old age?"
Welcome to my Rebirth
Reaching towards a new birth
Captivated by the world around
Shining light to the empty crevasses
You’ll write poems.
Lots of them.
You’ll write enough poems to fill the walls in all of the rooms in all of the houses you have ever lived in.
My eyes stung, my heart ached. My cheeks were wet with realization. Realization that it would end soon. That the tape would sputter to a stop. The street would end. And mourning would come.
