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Mar 2015
I am not a puppet
on a string.

I am not made of wood.
I am real bone
and flesh,
not paper mache.

But I want you
to pull my strings
anyway.

Please.

I think
I'm going to die
without
you
playing with
me.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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