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Voodoo pins... by, Sinner

voodoo pins stuck within
this simple doll who hates it all
his hair is darker than many things
see the sharp pins; look how they sting
the pins will make him humble
the keeper of the pins mumbles
jab them into me, why can't I be free
see his eyes; dark as night
sharpened pins make them white
when all seems fine, & the doll is pain free
the keeper jabs another pin into me.

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