My life is on your air base. I watch
livid when you manipulate,
Members of my childish body,
That you disarticulated.
The vacant eyes and mouth move.
Through my skin, are distinguished son.
mended every angle.
doll waiting to be captured.
Me adorn defect or innocence,
Depending on the mood, or in honor
That I will, by force or willingly.
Feign, and let time pass. The
pout and eyes fixed.
What will you do to me, poor figure,
Once you have me broken?
I'd be more than rags,
accommodate celluloid and felt.
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