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Doll
I look at a past self
Pondering what made me believe
I was like a doll on a shelf
He knew that
He saw that
Yet he did more then just look
He grabbed my doll off where it sat
Playing with the hair that lay
He felt the cheeks
Brushing his thumb over the porcelin
As he speaks
Silence was heard
He stroked down the arm
As he reached the hand
No stopping was seen
He brushed against the thighs
Moving upwards where he had been
Lips brushed against the skin
His hand lay on the chest
The doll not saying a word
Its lips stayed sealed
The dolls eyes blurred
His hands grubbied the porcelin
From when it was clear
He then placed the doll back
Its face grubby and its eyes sore
He left without another word
Leaving something he once bore
The doll only sat
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