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Waiting to be Remade [Mannequin Series 4]
Now that you are gone from here
I am all alone my dear
The touch that had made me real
A ghost of that is all I feel
With cold unfeeling skin
You crafted me mannequin
I was perfect and supine
The mastery of your design
I ate the fables from your hand
That lay me down at your command
So now I sit here waiting, perfectly displayed
Looking out the glass window waiting to be remade
A piece of forever past
Sits the mannequin behind the glass.
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