marionette
and just like a good little marionette
you sit
inanimate on the inside
but so life like on the exterior
and now that your master is gone
you just sit
a spectacle to anyone that passes you buy
they'll remember you ..
for almost being life like...
but you heart is made of wood
you're not a real girl pinnochia
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