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People suspended like puppets from the medicine Everyone can feel their strings Willed by the hands of a creator Or guarded by spirits from centuries of worship Look where we dance Look at how we smile for a shared guess Wonder how you sleep? Make yourself an offer for your children You can't give up the poison Your neighbor has a fetish How many strings hold you up?
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Puppets
People suspended like puppets from the medicine Everyone can feel their strings Willed by the hands of a creator Or guarded by spirits from centuries of worship Look where we dance Look at how we smile for a shared guess Wonder how you sleep? Make yourself an offer for your children You can't give up the poison Your neighbor has a fetish How many strings hold you up?
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
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