A/N: A sorta introspective, very sad poem from Riku-chan's POV.

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Puppets

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When you grab for my hand,

Something warms, deep inside,

But you miss, fall back, fall down.

When you race down the beach,

Throwing up sand,

My heart feels a quiver,

Since you're just behind me,

But you fall back.

I joke; we race; but when it ends,

I win. And you glare. And a little bit more breaks.

A way away; A prison break.

I hold out a hand, you grasp, but when the darkness covers me,

You fall back, and I go alone.

She finds me; whispers in my ear, and fractures run through a falwed quartz,

And when we talk, you turn away

I watch you; Poisoned honey flows from the dragon's mouth.

Every move you make, every kind word you speak to them, hurts even more.

And when I help, for her, for you, you turn against me; the puppet means more.

But aren't we all puppets?

When you say that I'm wrong, when you say that I'm stupid,

I put on a brave face, and say my heart is strong;

But I know, deep down, that it's broken and chiped, and cracks run through it.

Then, the last blow; a fight, you win, and I lose more than the duel:

I turn to the dark, and...

When I turn to the dark...

Aren't we all puppets?

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