Valley of the Porcelain Dolls
Mortwenna Bathory
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In the dollhouse of wilted roses Collecting filth from all the mold Ivy and weeds grew across the brick A man lies down, he's growing old T.v. remote, changing station after station I watch him with my glass eyes Volume increases louder by the minute And why am i not surprised? Never born to be a barbie I was made from clay and paper like string I can never be as plastic as her I thought nothing could ever replace me He used to play with me I was his favorite doll But he put me on a shelf And never looked at me at all So i collected dust All that was left was the snuff Of a dying old man who couldn't love His favorite doll I wish that you would play with me (In the valley of all the dolls I knew i wouldn't get that far You never noticed the rims on the ends of my dress Or played with me at all...)
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