STILL DOLL

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Its so hot, Its so very hot

This heat on my velveteen skin hurts alot

My six faced, growing smaller is my space

My pearl buttons, silk hair, dress made of lace

Eyes green glass,lips cherry, shoes of satin

Made in Venice, italy I was born Latin

 

For I've traveled the world and seven seas

I cry for help and no one hears my pleas

A tongue of several languages even from Greece

For every home, I had to travel the world at least

Not ordinary, beauty, what artist call unique.

 

Flames of this big mansion's beast

try to consume everything, well me atleast

My body it can, myself it cannot

For I am alive, soaring higher than it got

I cry for help and noone hears my pleas

A tongue of several languages and no one understands me?

 

Thy fire is my escape from this shell

Baby's first laugh is my rebirth as well

A tongue of several languages, how could anyone forget

I will be remade from ash, have me if they let

Not ordinary at all, for I am unique

 

Driven to the corner of this box

Lies me the still doll trapped by firefox

Burnt to dust, from lust you won't forget

I will be remade from ash, have me if they let

 

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