Baby Doll

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Funny how porcelain
Can
Make you cold
Turn you old
Cast, discarded to the corner
Not a single one to mourn her
Flawed is the hand I’m dealt
Guess it’s my fault
That I’m lumpy
Sort of bumpy
Falling apart at the seams
China no longer a gleam
Life pristine
Nothing it can mean
Watch days go by
With marble eye
Frozen there
Can’t bear
Thought of laughter
Listen, I have to
Out grown them I say
To keep truth at bay
That they’ve left me behind
Without being so kind
To show me the way





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