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The Dead Dolls
She sat amongst her dollies
Hair all chopped and matted
their legs broken battered,
Biro on each painted face.
The fingers bitten off,
Spat out and thrown away.
Their toes all flat and mangled,
Their eyes poked closed and gone.
Each one no more a beauty,
Each one now dead and gone.
She did it as a child
To each and every toy.
Her mummy used to smack her,
...Wednesday 25th January 2017 6:58 pm
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