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 Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:44 am
I am a puppet, unable to move without my masters approval. When they speak, I speak. They move, I move. I can do nothing without them, and they lord this fact over me. They gloat day in and day out, while I watch helplessly as they play with my strings.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:58 am
That's very not right! Demented to say!
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:32 am
Shibu Mizaku I am a puppet, unable to move without my masters approval. When they speak, I speak. They move, I move. I can do nothing without them, and they lord this fact over me. They gloat day in and day out, while I watch helplessly as they play with my strings. this sounds good. is ther more to come?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:26 pm
@Cloom: write what ya know
@Wild: More than likely
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ContrabassClarinetist Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:54 pm
This poem is good and a good start, but I've seen one similar to it. I would love to see it after you work on it a bit : )
I must admit, this is an eerie poem.
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