as the puppeteer and the puppet make their rounds
a doll of blue is imprisoned in her bounds
the binds were crafted with much finesse
the puppet didn't know he was weaving a mess
the doll grew up with the puppet; they were friends for many a year
the other toys thought the relationship ahead was clear
but the oh-so clueless puppet left the doll behind
and left only his presence in her mind
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ohoho we have a new arrival
(yes, blue refers to her sadness, although she also has blue hair as seen in the picture)
YOU ARE READING
chimère
Poetry-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
