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A little boy made of wood

Don’t stop in front of me,
Keep going.
I’m not the person you’re looking for,
she just passed.

I’m created by a giant hand,
with so much care and love.
But it forgot to give me some,
I became a misery.

Dumb, deaf and stiff,
without you I’m paralyzed.
Talk to me,
because in you imagination I’ll listen.

I’ve spent my whole life on a shelf.
It, just like me, made by a powerful hand.
I’ve been sitting there, waiting,
For a playmate.

Take my threads,
I promise I’ll obey.
You have the power
And I’m your doll.




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Publicerad 2006-12-26 19:26



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    Camillaa
SO FUCKING PERFECT!

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