pull my strings
make me talk
make me sing
pull my strings
and i will be void of any feeling
for i am your puppet
oh, master
wood and string
and nothing more
bend me, break me
i am indeed resilient as you say
bend me, break me
until i can no longer
ｂｒｅａｋ
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Poesiathe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
