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Last updated on August 22, 2020

Up and down
Round and round
You pulled the strings
Never let you frown,

Commands were heard
Services served
Horrors played
Never let you struggle again,

Hollow promises burned my sane
Crying became bane
Dead remains
Never let you feel pain,

Laughter hid it well
Blow the candles
It shall commence
Never let you see shame,

My love remain intact
You practiced infidelity
What a mess?

Years went by
Holding false ray of shrine
You practiced the ritual
What a sight?

Now a full circle
You struggling to win
When I’m the one pulling the strings?


Published inProse & Poem


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