Her skin is white cloth,
And she's all sewn apart
And she has many colored pins
Sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
Who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
Who was originally from France.
But she knows she had a curse on her,
A curse she cannot win,
For if someone gets too close to her,
The pin sticks farther in.
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Poems By Tim Burton
PoetryIn that amazing mind of Tim Burton is a place I love to call my calm space. His creative poems and story's take life's troubles away and that's what I love. join me and read his amazing poems and maybe you'll see what I mean.
