I am a voodoo doll,
stuck all with pins –
somewhere, a great tree is dying.
Poem – Voodoo
I am a voodoo doll,
stuck all with pins –
somewhere, a great tree is dying.
I am a voodoo doll,
stuck all with pins –
somewhere, a great tree is dying.
I am a voodoo doll,
stuck all with pins –
somewhere, a great tree is dying.
Sarah K Reece 
Hi Anonymous, this poem was written in 2000. It's unusual for me to post any poems on this blog written recently, so they're not indicators of how I'm currently feeling. Cheers for the comment.
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i think you need a reality check and get real with your life and maybe reduce your comittments or you are going to implode
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