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Date Posted: 19:42:41 02/18/05 Fri
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The Doll
On my windowsill the doll sits all day,
She’s beautiful.
All day she watches me, with her ice cold eyes.
Sometimes I think I see tears in her eyes.
Her crystal white, face looks cold.
Her thick, golden brad’s fall on to her shoulders,
The golden, brown bangs block her big round, bluish eyes.
I push her bags back,
I look into her big, round,
Bluish eyes
I get lost,
I feel like I’m looking into a calm, lonely ocean.
She never smile’s,
The glass doll always looks earnest.
She’s a scarce doll,
Even though I never see a smile on her lonesome face
Her lips are the color of red rose,
My doll has ruddy cheeks.
And I love her.
At night we talk.
She sometimes whispers in my ear.
I hug her when I’m sad
Or
When at night it’s raining hard, w/ thunder and lightning
Or
When I just can’t fall as sleep.
I talk to her.
She knows all my secrets I have nothing to hide from her,
Together we cry and laugh
This doll is special, she’s a rare doll.
And that’s what I love about her!
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