Dangling Dolls

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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