when you were the puppeteer
all seemed so fresh and green
even now your presence is spent, gone
my filaments still shake me, undone.
once I was a duke, a king
and battle so sweet a thing…
Now head and limbs turn to salt,
Wait for waves and night to halt.
Nutty sister, our love not last long
Lights gloom so cold and prone.
Nutty sister, come ashore…
In this pantomime,
so mine and thine,
Could you cuddle me just once more?
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