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Tentacles
tune in
involuntarily
to thoughts;
expectations.
That twitch,
that smirk,
that glint flash
in eye.
I saw those
judgements
passing by.
Tentacles
extend back
into me.
Puppetry
sucker.
Unfaithful,
untrue,
unfree
and mostly –
powerless.
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