Protecting Her Toys
Laying next to her stuffed doll and dog,
she fell on the pink carpet...
what really made her fret?
It must have been some scary voice!
Protecting her toys was an obligation,
the reason of her injury, and if those pets
were real: they would revive her
by bringing back all sensation!
Don't lay there for too long and dream
of boys and the charm they ensue;
dreams create a false illusion
to allure and captivate you!
Chosen painting: The Fall
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