We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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Eye button sockets, stitches made of yarn

How many years has it been on storage boxes?

Played by a five-year-old since three

Enslave by entertainment since birth, unfree

Passed along by countless careless clammy hands

Finding a way to escape from these wonderous chains

A treasure chest with intrinsic lock of lost keys

It doesn't seem so good, when only I can open it

Creepy little whispers of gossip, she hears

A stuck zipper, a sticky glued mouth

Green salivating vomit, dead bodies, I lost count

But the innocent doll saw how the scene all played out