wake up
I shed these skins
that are not mine
open your eyes
I doff this mask,
shake loose these subtle facets
break free
I, the marionette
all strings cut
shall here-aft
dance for no one
Judge my masks,
I am safe behind them
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
wake up
I shed these skins
that are not mine
open your eyes
I doff this mask,
shake loose these subtle facets
break free
I, the marionette
all strings cut
shall here-aft
dance for no one
Judge my masks,
I am safe behind them
(c) Jesse Bourque
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