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Apr 2013
When the puppeteer severes the strings
you're left to see that nothing was as it seemed
The master then stars in a new show
while you're left aside to be content in sorrow

Candid knots are what the strings became
tightened around the heart for strain
arrest of the cardiacs are to blame
for the brain not to make sense of these games.
Written by
Nathan Machesky
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   Shelby Dixon
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