Hung over a precipice
Between boredom
And paranoia
A mannequin
Stuck together
With barbed wires
Congealed blood
Sticks to heavy scars
The wires move
As do the stars
The mannequin sings
A dirge, atonal
The wires string
Through his skull
Ears pierced
Mouth strung shut
He could be free
But
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That's it. Make whatever you want to make of it.
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