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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