The Doll

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Her stern, solemn stare

could chill bones to the core

Named after a witch, dearest Blaire

An evil doll, wanted no more


Thrown to darkness without a care

Unwanted, forgotten, nothing to look for.

The culprits ran away, unaware

The doll saw this as an act of war


The slam of a door, a blaring snare

Troublemakers regret and implore

She stared back, stringing head of hair

Staring in awe, “She smiled”, they swore.


Created: Apr 24, 2012


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