A curve of the lips, a crease in the eyes.
A tug to the left, or the right.
A look of approval, or disapproval.
A pull forward or backward.
A voice that's sharp, or one that's soft,
A lonely dirge, or a tender waltz.
A crossing of arms, or an open embrace,
A fading tune, or a rising melody.
A gentle smile, a frown, a simple look,
Tug my invisible strings,
Every gentle touch or sharp tone,
A new song plays.
I am a single puppet dancer,
Manipulated by a ghostly cord,
And you are my puppet master,
And I dance to your every chord.
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