The little girl is in her room, playing with her dollhouse
Dependency is the word which kills the the self morality and the purpose. The Star seems to be a pathfinder and magic wand but why can't we be that self?
What you see on the outside isn't always true...
I did another poem on puppets, since that’s the only thing stuck in my head for some reason.
Draw what you will from this, I spewed this in a few minutes. Hence why it is fairly weak