Lining up my dolls
Kiss them on the cheek
Tell them one last fairy tale
To blight out
Life so bleak
One looks like she's pouting
I'll tuck her away
Sensitive little heart
Save the black, cold day
Childish ramblings
Such can be the
Little girl inside my heart
Dead wishes
Fruitless dishes
I seek the
Bountiful harvest
Of a woman
Little girl gone
Nail polish now chipped
Plastic play shoes
Dusting in the closet
Slowly making my way
So I don't have to ask
Who bought it?
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