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my dollhouse
Contributed by
shihstar
on
Thursday, 10th April 2008 @ 03:00:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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in a black suite of silk
a man full of jealous skill
faking happiness and the divine
she stands in front - alone
clutching a siliquin maniquin
skin as soft as the tool invented
she waits for her applause
it is never given nor recieved
she dances and sings - her way of expression
hiding secrets but revealing scars
he is dominantly divine in every way
she is defined by the dominant
if fair lace is blackened
and fake fur driven to the door
should he declare his own sacrifice
she waits for recognition
nothing but plastic and scars cover her once delicate and fragile body
he is torn and corrupted - in the cupboard of childrens toys
Copyright ©
shihstar
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2008-04-10 03:00:06] (Date/Time posted on
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