Mannequin

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Behind a big, freshly
Cleaned window
I stand looking out
At the people
Looking in at me
Then night falls
And I am taken down
And dressed up
And my arms and legs
Are positioned in
Just the right way
The paint that is my
Mouth is chipping and
Peeling
And my once glossy eyes
Lose their shine
The day comes again
And through my window
I watch the world go by
Without me





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