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upon cutting the strings…

sing a song of six pence –
pocket full of –
why?
nursery rhymes – forgotten –
(innocence and nonchalance went missing).

on the under – side of hope;
beneath the spangled starry sky,
on the ledge –
precariously balanced –
anxious,
animated…
(marionettes dance –
unaware of the importance of – strings -).

tied to you –
i am!
to life and death and why and why not…

alabaster dedications –
engraved with –
when and why and what for.
the soul –
however –
un-contained within the stone…
(birds alone know heaven).

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About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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