When marionettes are dancing and prancing,
voracious appetites are searching.
Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.
Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,
pick-up artists catch befallen angels and
pick up the pieces as morning arrives.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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