Pretty, Painted...Poisoned
Baby-Dolls everywhere
Resting in piles
Left, right, neat and a-skew
Some groomed
Shining silverhair
Painted Pretty
Most are naked
and hair: cut
Pieces laying around
Legs and eyes
Tumbling down from heights
falling to find
Plastic Lifeless
Broken and Dead
Faces corrupt
The fantasy of
Making life mine
Tantalizes my
Ready fingers
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