January
16
Ventriloquist
i let You
speak for me.
You make
my mouth move.
But it is not
my words
i say.
It is Your words
i say.
And sometimes—
sometimes they
are very
ugly.
You have made
me so
ugly.
Yet i still seem
to smile.
But it is
not my smile.
It is
Yours.
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