The rage in it's eyes spoke of the thunder that scared me. The deadly stare somehow made me uncomfortable enough to walk my little crippled walk around the room.
Who would have thought that the eyes of my favorite human, which I admired the most would be so haunting when I stitched them to my favorite doll. — % &

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The doll looked at me weirdly

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I don't caste spells
I don't bitch around
I don't whine
I am only a voodoo doll

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I bought a doll from the shop to play with it,

It opened and closed her eyes weirdly as soon as in the cupboard I kept it,

The thrill and excitement to explore more was there,

Inside the house no one else was there,

The doll suddenly woke up from a kind of deep sleep and laughed scarily,

I was frightened and ran around the house hastily,

That day was ended with me standing in the hall,

Trying to get rid of the doll whose hands were
wrapped around my neck really strong.

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Eve's Thought

The doll looked at me weirdly,
Her skin smooth and lordly;
But she's rotten to the core,
I loved her- I was still sure.

The magic of her aura
I called dreary dusk aurora;
Her magics did cast such a spell,
Hell of a Heaven - I couldn't tell.

Beauty tends to be skin deep,
For a smile, forever we weep;
How it plays tricks so cheap,
This love is - ah such a 'beep'.

The core of all Beauty is rotten,
Love's vibes are ill-gotten.

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Yes, just like that I have changed.
Everyone change, I said.

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Like last trying to tell
me something serious.

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Your love touches me everywhere, like the pins in a voodoo doll.

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