Mannequin

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A mannequin strikes all kinds of poses,
Wears colours and clothes it cannot choose.
Has no need for perfume or even roses.
Has no opinions and nothing to lose.
Removing all options sounds akin to heaven,
Not lurching in decisions and getting things wrong,
If all is decided then think of the freedom
That comes with singing someone else’s song.
But what can come of being void of emotion?
What kind of life is lived when standing still?
If your only purpose is their ministrations,
What good are you when you no longer fulfill?

 

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