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Toys in my Chest
Pretty little china doll, placed upon a fence.
Picked her up and played awhile,
And put back for all the rest.

She sits, she stares, she's empty,
A toy of convenience; nothing more.
It doesn't matter, up, or down;
Hell, leave her on the floor.

Fragile little china doll, left to find her way.
Alone, alone, she's all alone.
At least another day.

Searching, searching, never finding, never truly bought.
Just lying in the treasure chest
Of the world's both found and lost.

13/01/10 09:44am
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Something I woke up and wrote this morning. Yeah, I'm a little sad right now, but at least I wrote.
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Mon, 25 Jan 2010 at 08:46pm
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Mon, 25 Jan 2010 at 08:49pm
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Dolls creep me out.
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