The doll
ΐννΰ ήννθρ
The collar’s keeping straight my neck,
My bleeding eyes are aching.
There’s no mirror, I can’t check,
If I am real.
Pinky lips
And pinky cheeks… Pretending
That I’m a doll, standing
On tips…
A story never ending…
25.12.06
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