Cut the strings of the Puppeteer
and obedience disintegrates into thin air
as the strings fall to earth
like shooting stars.
I rapidly make a wish
to be tied to my dreams forever
and suddenly strings grow out of my heart.
I cast them into the galaxy of endless possibilities
to be pulled left and right by the beat of my own heart.
– By Nikki Leibbrandt (2018)
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