pull my strings.

Love is the influence of action, the strings that pull the marionette. Each energetic tug of the puppeteer tosses us into one another, playfully jostled into action until we are so wrapped up in each other’s love, that nothing but blades can separate the knots.


5 thoughts on “pull my strings.

  1. @dave
    I do remember you–or, I think I do to a point. I don’t think we got to know each other too well, but I certainly remember reading you! I’m so glad you stopped by!

    care to explain?

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