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Sep 2020
Darling puppet boy,
His makeup all smeared.
The tears his eyes held back,
Continued to pour down,
No matter how much he held is head back.
Around his neck,
There was a chain.
"Where are you puppet boy,
Come,
Don't you like the pain?"
Rita
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Rita  19/F
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