She has a cream of mushroom complexion
She lends living qualities to wheat-like hair
She pretends there is no contrast in the divinity of kind actions and the hell of the refusal realm
There is practical use for lifeless objects who can't be used in an other way
Can't complicate the portrayal of "innocent" eyes
But can easily render a table stubborn when you can't push in the chairs
The table will not allow you to push in the chairs
To give the furniture agency fills her with fan-like obsessive love
They call it a glow when the moon and other lights are thought to show expression
And catch hold of stray details
She seeks a magical membership where the inanimate without life can exist Pinocchio-like
Granting personhood, lax in its answer to prayers for a heart
Literary fairy godmother awaits your proper summoning
Characteristics spring from an opened burlap sack
These elves are armed with an endless supply of emotions, gestures, speech, thought, and other traits
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