Mar 2013
You may treat me
like a puppet,
or a little marionette.
You may
pull my wires,
make me dance.
I will flit across
stage and set,
until my strings
are gray and frayed.
Maybe,
I'll be a real girl.
Someday.
like a puppet,
or a little marionette.
You may
pull my wires,
make me dance.
I will flit across
stage and set,
until my strings
are gray and frayed.
Maybe,
I'll be a real girl.
Someday.
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© Sarah Pitman 2013
© Sarah Pitman 2013
