Plastic Parts

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PINOCCHIO

My wooden legs still dance
Numbly,
Dumbly.
Sensitive steps
Are a thing of the past,
A monument
To an earnest walk
In the wrong direction.
Funny how self surgery is like dreaming.
What the fuck?
Instant gratification comes
Due to a leaky memory
And Dramatized pain.
Leave me the world
And I'll eat and drink.
I'll swim and run,
Climb and sing,
Love and make love.
I will forget
About prosthetics
And their long lost origins.
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