Poem -
Old fashioned love.
He played with puppets of stone eyes, gazed beyond the material , in fabricatedĀ worship of his skin, only to realize the textures of a textile design, he could not command his hands to hold their paper hearts nor the crinkled coats, worn by each figure in his imaginative state of old fashoned love.
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