PUPPETS

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I found a puppet;

Made of wood, garnished.

It keeps smiling;

Even on its hard back,

Pierced a dagger, so deep.

I bought a puppet;

Soft and well decorated.

It won’t make a move,

If I am not there;

to wear it to my hands.

I met a person;

So charming, beautiful as,

The summer in the winter.

Walked the way only to catch;

Attention, adoration.

Alas!

The person is lifeless;

So much alike the puppets.

Live his life under others;

Behind, he left his dreams.

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