I promised a book
of dreams to myself
I promised a holder
of achievement to myself
They promised
They’ll be the reason
I’ll lock a suitcase
As after betrayal
everything is dead
They hammered
a needle in
heart and my brain
I shouted to say
I am not a mannequin
Yes, I promised
A big smile to myself
Vanished my promises
Like a frame
without photograph
Tied my dreams
I in shroud
Was I liking a puppet?
Betrayal
with
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