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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

No strings

I have suffered much
while upon this earth,
so aching to belong.
 
To whom, or what,
or why?
I cannot say.
 
It seems I’m made
an aimless marionette
with no strings attached.
 
How cruel a curse is this?
How shall I make my way?

(2013)

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These words

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