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Scarecrow
I am a lifeless scarecrow,
Crafted from dry hay and rice straw,
Dressed in rags, wrapped in bandages,
Stitched to mirror a human image.
I am a hollow, dull scarecrow,
Stoic, with emotions I'll never know,
No laughter, no smile, no tears,
No hopeless future to fear.
I am a bound, silent scarecrow,
Tongue-tied, with no will to show,
Standing through the biting night,
Staring at the sun in cruel light.
Before my button eyes, I only watch...
I exist, yet dwell alone;
A shape of man without a soul,
A presence never truly known.
