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In circles convoluted still We poor dumb puppets turn; The wind, a thief Of voices, screaming That which once was ours- A shrieking cry more animal Than man. Time itself is dancing on The puppet master’s strings.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Puppet Dance
In circles convoluted still We poor dumb puppets turn; The wind, a thief Of voices, screaming That which once was ours- A shrieking cry more animal Than man. Time itself is dancing on The puppet master’s strings.
#fate#puppets#control
April-morning
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April-morning
19/F/Virginia
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
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