The Doll
I see a doll
across the room,
Her eyes are big
that set your doom.
I state into her eyes
and she stares back,
she look bone dry
as if she were to attack.
She looks alive
and she waves goodbye,
I want to cry
and wish to die.
I close my eyes
and so does she,
i wonder why
she acts like me!
i reach for her
and i touch a glass,
then i realize.....
it was just me!
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