The doll, a child, holding on phantom's scent,
Desires to venture out, to merge lost souls.
But consumed by a demon, a puppeteer's clutch,
Restraint strengthened, a controlled chaos.
❂
Gripping strings tighter, to prevent more shatters,
Even at the cost of bloodshed and splatter.
Escaping the demon, the puppet's strings released,
No longer consumed, the doll is at peace.
❈
Inner child and demon, now set free,
Tethered souls restored, a complex decree.
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The Tattered Doll and the Sonata of Dissonance
PoetryA collection of 22 hidden poetic-koan tales woven to create an illusion of only 7 distinct story sections, depicting the intricacies of life, relationships, and society. ✻ Made with a blend of philosophy, psychology, metaphysics and poetry. ✻ Every...
