Strings Unattached

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As I play with this strings,

In my hands, weaving it,

Entangling it, between my fingers,

Like I got nothing to do.

Like a young child spared,

Spared from society’s frenzy,

Bored by supernatural beings,

Never at all to be interested,

With their Gods.

Unattached from their lala land,

Attached misanthropia from prior,

Never dettached from reality—

Strings remain attached.

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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