reminiscent (Remove filter)
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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