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Aug 2017
I am a puppet
Controlled by robots
None of my dreams
Can be real
I am controlled
By a machine
Fuelled with smelly gasoline
To make me alive
I am held by thin wires
With cables attached
To my head and chest
Everything I say
Is numbered and scaled
So don't trust me
sunset by the window
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