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In the realm of pins and mystic strings,
A voodoo doll, where enchantment clings.
Crafted with care, a secret to behold,
My favorite voodoo doll, its story unfolds.
With buttons for eyes, and stitches so fine,
It holds the essence of dreams entwined.
In the quiet chamber where magic weaves,
My favorite voodoo doll, a spell it conceives.
Each pin a whisper, a clandestine desire,
Igniting the flames of a mystical fire.
Stitched with hopes, in a tapestry bold,
My favorite voodoo doll, its tale is told.
A conduit of wishes, in the moonlit night,
It dances with shadows, in soft candlelight.
Cloaked in mystery, a puppet's allure,
My favorite voodoo doll, so beautifully obscure.
Through the threads of fate, it's intricately spun,
A companion in darkness, when day is done.
In the hands of destiny, its power unfolds,
My favorite voodoo doll, a tale it holds.
A touch of magic in every stitch,
It carries secrets, an enchanted pitch.
My favorite voodoo doll, a keeper of dreams,
In the silent realm where enchantment gleams.
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In the hush of night, where shadows play,
My favorite voodoo doll comes to sway.
A guardian of whispers, a keeper of fears,
Its stitched lips hold the unspoken tears.
Buttons for eyes that sparkle with charm,
In the spellbound dance, it shields from harm.
Threads of destiny woven so tight,
My favorite voodoo doll, a guide at night.
When the moon ascends in a velvety sky,
Its magic whispers, as time passes by.
Pinpricks of hope in a world so vast,
My favorite voodoo doll, a spell it cast.
A companion in solitude, a confidant true,
In the quietude, where dreams accrue.
With every stitch, a tale to be told,
My favorite voodoo doll, a mystery to unfold.
Through joy and sorrow, in life's grand parade,
It stands by, faithfully, in the secret glade.
A talisman of solace, in the dark it thrives,
My favorite voodoo doll, where magic derives.
So, in the realm where enchantment weaves,
My favorite voodoo doll, my heart, conceives.
A cherished emblem of the unseen,
In the dance of fate, forever serene.
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