one quiet night...
he escaped from gipetto's shop
in search of adventure
the whole wide world
looked so new...exciting
inviting him at every corner
to wander the darkened alleys
and slip almost anonymously
into rooms with trap doors
and cryptic addresses where real
people hid behind clever masks
he engaged in fantasies and
dreamlike pleasures he'd never
known... and with every
encounter they highly praised him
for how long he'd grown
but he never soul~ touched
and he couldn't cry
couldn't feel the pain
of a hurtful lie
his little wooden heart
continued to roam
from site to site
night after night
he found it safer
just being a toy
instead of becoming
a real live boy
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