What am I to you?
A fallen soldier in the mud
A broken promise for a better future.
Turning wheels, twisting bones.
Can you smell it?
Thick scent of photos ignored
behind covers of dusty books
will you dare to use your hands to
open pages of happy masks
that will never tire of helping you
smile away in late-night drinks
engulfed by classical music
and pompous smoke.
You dwell on these photos
especially those of me, for
they remind you
of the puppet I used to be.
Image from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mamiyaesdedia/5008861651/
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