Broken Doll #poetry

Pressed against the glass

too soon to be forgotten

once held in your warm hand

of death I am begotten

Dried forever on a shelf

catching dust in a vase

where there was a smile

vacant stare is set in place

Forced to be your doll

arms bend and legs extend

feeling there is not

love you would only upend

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