FIFTY-EIGHT
puppet to your needsMy hands are hung.
I am a puppet to my own mind,
slave to my own lies.
Thread is pulling at my heart,
it feeds off the thrash.
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...