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Master

May 30, 2008
By Anonymous

Master, cut my strings
I am no longer your dancing fool
Feelings have slithered into my body
And I am ready to move on my own.
No longer do I need your guidance
Or strength
Or power
For I have my own
And I am a real boy now.


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