Voodoo Doll Poem by Vincenca Hathor

Voodoo Doll



With the girl who made her
She was just a doll,
Made of wood, blood and cloth,
But she fell in love
With the girl who made her.
She would watch her cautiously,
As she went about her day,
And dream of the moment
When she could hold her close.
But she knew it could never be,
For she was just a cursed doll and tool,
And the girl who made her
Could never love her back.

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