She is taking in all the air
And surrounding light
Into herself, and though
She shines bright
She is dying without
A single brush
of the hand-
a human's touch.
I am an empty shell
Incapable of a smile, or tears
expressing fears,
returning a simple gesture
or responding to peers.
I am dancing puppet
A doll, a figurehead, a vice
Incapable of a decision,
Accepting sound advice
or giving affection- love.
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