doll.
scawls on my skin.
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beguilement
the feeling of depth is ever there
the prick of pain is plain and bare.
it daggers my heart,
i'd rather not there,
i'r rather not drip a tear,
and have no eyes.
catch my swollen heart,
if you'd please.
leave it there,don't let it bleed.
the edge is near,
i'm on the verge.
i'm led by illusions,
by human selfishness.
like a puppet.
i'd give my heart,
i'd gladly give.
i'd cry blood,
i'd receive with shivering hands.
if you'd leave me that last bit of hope,
and not cut the fragile string,
of my wooden limb.
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