Wednesday, January 6, 2010


i like to look at
all the old dolls
with glassy eyes
and fixed expressions
pretty dolls
once loved
for their beauty

cold dolls
without life
they started out empty
but somehow
as the years went by
they absorbed pieces
of the souls
of the ones who
loved them

and now
deep inside them
hidden safe from human eyes
they guard
a spirit of their own
a composite
of the little girls
grown old
who had to leave them

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