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Aug 2013
The girl who is never alone always felt lonely.
She messes with their threads
A puppeteer pulling on the ends.
She misses & pulls on hers instead.
Tangled strings on the wood
Disaster framed in velvet, stained red.
Annabell Bradley
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Annabell Bradley
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