Whispering Doll
It came to me at night
from its restless place
with its heart pumping
rapidly, restlessly;
“Will you eat me now?
I am ready for your meal
I want to feel a doll tonight
a perpetual one I am
eat me without soup
break no bone,
spill no blood
roast me as I like
not in hot oven
but make me hot
cloth do not remove
eat me as I am”
doll whispered to me!
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