Puppetry tighten my thigh and slack my jaw I will dance for you no more my eyes are dead my hands are limp give me up you morbid gimp. I don't care or want to try many times you made me cry. I would have once, for you, no strings now you pull and tug just to make me sing. you sling me up and cast me down then tell me that you hate that 'silly frown' does it feel so good to have such power when my love for you dies by the hour?
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