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Sep 2019
are made to be
pulled. You pull the
one on your ******
when it’s saturated
in blood. You pull the
one on your kite, when
it’s flying
way up high.

Strings
are made to be
tied. You tie them
around your turkey. You
tie them on your sneakers,
on the tomato plants
to keep them from drooping. A
marionette has strings
tied to its limbs that you pull.

But I’ll never be a puppet for you.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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     Fawn, Mandalina and A B Faniki
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