You can be my marionette
says the old man
in the high Polazzo.
You can sway
and twirl
beneath my world
according to my needs.
I can only request
that the gold with which
you tie my limbs
be plucked vehemently.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
You can be my marionette
says the old man
in the high Polazzo.
You can sway
and twirl
beneath my world
according to my needs.
I can only request
that the gold with which
you tie my limbs
be plucked vehemently.
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