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.Were We Not Marionettes
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I bend
as
she bends,
arms a graceful
bridge of mourning—
our eyes
rippling plains of remembrance.
(but at least we remember)
I lean beside
her,
both hopeless
heaps of wood
and string;
pirouettes fall
in time to blurry
rivers
and irises plead
only as allowed:
moisturizing this
shell of
splintered skin.
(I never
hope to
move.
again. )
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There always seem to be ifs ... but ifs are painful.
hope to
move.
again. )
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There always seem to be ifs ... but ifs are painful.
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it has a powerful rhythm and everything seems to flow. It's sorrowful, however, but that isn't a bad thing. Sometimes there is beauty in sadness.