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Mama...
Mama…
One staring eye,
the other blinks
like a beetle
crossing a marble.
Porcelain face,
flushed with rouge
and crimson
painted lips.
Hole in the wall
in the boarded up attic
of a Victorian townhouse.
Long forgotten,
until the mortar
crumbled around
the remains
of her dolls.
Dresses of lace
embroidered by spiders
with gossamer threads
and sprinkled with dust,
decay and c...
Tuesday 10th February 2015 2:59 pm
The Old Broken Doll
In an old house
I found an
old doll.
It looked worn
and scuffed and
like it had
taken a fall.
Her arms were
torn and all
out of kilter.
She was lying
in some kind
of dirty old filter.
Her face was
chipped, broken
and her smile missing.
...
Saturday 13th October 2012 5:08 pm
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