I fall to you
(at your beckoning)
pale as the moon
drained of my blood,
my pleasure, my life
for you are the puppet master,
and these strings are too tight for me to shake off
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I fall to you my pleasure, my life
for you are the puppet master, and these strings are too tight for me to shake off Author notesbah-humbug A contest entry
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