The Holocaust Doll

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A smile of crimson lips
Her cheeks flushed with pink
The perfect doll in the purest of white
With eyes of bright blue ink

Her smile never falters
But she’s never been this far
Inside she feels shaken up
As they mount on the train car

She tells her girl not to let go
And she’s gripped so very tight
Tears muffled by her plastic hair
As the train takes off in flight

Hard to breathe with so little space
But for the girl she perseveres
Comforts her and whispers songs
But not all too sure if she hears

Their destination is unknown
But together they’ll be all right
She plasters on the same bright smile
Holds the girl through the night

Yet the girl feels cold and limp
And the doll’s eyes widen with pain
She cries and begs the girl to wake
But now she’s alone on the train





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