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Introspection of the Murderer [Mannequin Series 3]
What are you?
A broken puppet
you kept on heart strings,
or a fallen angel,
you took my wings.
A living mannequin
you turned back to plastic dry.
A porcelain doll
you made the glass tears I cry.
All your words became lies,
you have a strangers eyes
who did you become in his skin?
A murderer. You killed the mannequin.
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