this doll, this child.
forever running wild
trying to calm the torture within
forever the fuck up
his own personal victim
within his eyes
icy pools of pain.
all these fragments of lost hope
for the ragged porcelain doll
friends and neighbors
a scaffolding complex
don't go to high
the bigger the fall,
always get pulled by the current
before I fall off the shelf
The broken porcelain doll
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