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Broken Doll
Broken Doll
Today was much like any other day -
I got up early, ate some bread,
drank milk from a chipped glass
and stared out of the broken window.
You let me play with a doll,
ragged like the future,
and when I got bored
you put it back in the cupboard.
There were words I didn’t understand -
but I already knew that words were lies
because you looked away from my eyes
when you p...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:41 pm
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