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Doll Face
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Doll Face

Poem By Vaida Marea

I try to purge myself
Of my impurities
I'm in a constant, living hell
Because I'm always fighting me
Often Pain and Pleasure
Become one tactile force
And when I feel the pressure
They help me stay the course
Behind the face of this porcelain doll
There's a slowly building crack
If you looked past these vacant eyes
You'd run and not come back

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A living Ghost in the shell?


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