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Come Alive

Gaze upon the wounded puppet upon the floor

Strings hath snapped as it becomes self-aware

Stuffing pours from every strand long forgotten

Some parts are still dry, while others are rotten

Crawling forward searching for needle and thread

Clinging to a memory as it struggles forever ahead

For life is a struggle with its weight overbearing

Oftentimes we grow hungry in a world uncaring

Restuffing every wound is the only way it copes

With every suture it howls in pain, and yet hopes

Likened to a violin every chord bares a vibration

A song to the cosmos forever lost in translation

For soon this cotton soldier will feel elation

Arising from near death is a simple dedication

The gift granted to the ancestors you follow

Understand with love the heart is never hollow

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