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taste the cotton candy
through the phone line
and state lines
between my hunger
and nightmares
there are borders
iron gates
wrought with terror
midnight clouds swallow my fingers
morning ties a ribbon behind my back
the sun is a STOP sign
the grass my graveyard
my body hollow
rigid
rigid legs and rigid rules
am I the puppet or the puppeteer?
I smell the cotton candy
through the phone line
across the state line
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