Dangling Dolls

February 21, 2015

Mommy always said

she wanted to be a doll

pretty, flawless, adored

she owned so many

I couldn't touch them

Now she was a doll

she was limp, pretty, and so pale

I had to touch the doll

all dolls must be cold

their hearts do not beat

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