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The Doll
There once was a doll
Bruised and battered
Slanted on a wall
Like it never mattered.
The doll once mattered
When the girl was small
And her dreams weren't shattered
As she was yet to fall.
She fell along with her doll
Embraced it until her pieces were shattered
All the doll could do was bawl
And the girl picked her pieces and plastered.
Every step the girl took clattered
Disoriented were her pieces from the fall
Memories forgotten like they never mattered
And long forgotten was the doll.
But today the girl picked up the doll,
Apologized with tears, her voice quivered
When she held the doll close as her body lost her soul
Now they swayed together like their story never mattered.
Copyright ©
Aasima Banu
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