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She was a creature of clockwork
Almost rusted completely in the delicacy
She was the mannequin of strangers
That tugged on her tendons like puppetry

She couldn't tell if she was shrinking
Or if the world around her was growing
Like Alice, she seemed to be brinking
On a madness, rapidly showing

She was held together by a string of words
interweaving fantasies so sticky and red
She thought no one had seen her bird
Peck uninvited at her loose threads