Puppet

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A puppet with no strings,

Left hanging limp,

All senses cut off,

Out of control.


No longer can it dance,

Nor sing,  speak or laugh,

But now a victim of its mind,

To wander the halls of mem'ry.


Able to hear but not reply,

Able to question but not ask why,

And now forevermore will be,

A puppet of its mind.

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