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Pinocchio
Heart of wood.
Dying to feel.
You are the master of my fate.
With your hands
I am who you want me to be.
Soul tethered to strings.
I speak your desires.
Lies create an uncomfortable truth.
With a carved smile and rosy cheeks.
I'll continue to dance to the beat of your drum.
© T'keyah Nicole King
Dying to feel.
You are the master of my fate.
With your hands
I am who you want me to be.
Soul tethered to strings.
I speak your desires.
Lies create an uncomfortable truth.
With a carved smile and rosy cheeks.
I'll continue to dance to the beat of your drum.
© T'keyah Nicole King
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