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Puppets (NaPoWriMo #6)

There’s a haunting romance

in the way that time has such a hold on us.

Time draws lines in our skin

and erases them away

in the years after passing.

Time leaves you wanting more

or wishing things would pass.

Time is what gets us out of bed

and realize we’ve stayed up too late again.

We are puppets in a claustrophobic stage

Longing for someone to cut the strings.

But it’s apparent that the passing of time itself

With no room left for leisure

Is the catalyst for those urges.


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