Eyes cracked, lips shut.
Glossy all over, a doll am I.
Do dolls speak? Perhaps not so.
Are dolls capable? Nothing that I've seen before.

Runs the loops of fate, the hand ticks.
Ticks so desperately, thick and hazed.
Blessed with plastic, body and soul.
Everything so unrealistic, I and I.

Living under the shelter of prayers,
I live to die,
To die under mystery,
To die for I.

Yearn those who fusses in great.
Trash and throw all you can,
Before the edge of my eye,
Spies your try.

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