DOLL

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You are mine

A plaything at will

Bending and contorting to taste

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I snap off your limbs

Fill your head with water and watch it seep

To see what that's like

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I drag you facedown

Outstretched arms scrapping dirt

And spit upon your hair to make it shine

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I dress you up

Only to disrobe you

Leaving you splayed on cold tile

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Void of thought

I fill you with mine

The perfect host for fanciful musings

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And when you bore me I toss you

Into the sectioned case with the others

Stacked, eyes up, like the county morgue

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You are mine, doll

Oh how I love you

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