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Little Doll
I seek you moth girl,
there are hopes masked
behind doors in our mind
touches, intrusions
that felt like Fear
Frozen Little Doll
It’s where you still solicit,
Part Me, Part Him
God’s Steward dismantled
drowning under sheets
and adult whims
Fragments of sin
I ask you to come home
dance with me again,
you are swimming of reach
in the same mind
...Thursday 9th July 2020 12:32 pm
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