Doll

Can I fix my broken doll 

Find the missing parts

Shall I look for what is wrong 

Take her all apart?

There have been so many

Who have conjectured, posed and said 

But, really, who’s to know

Lest we open up her head

There have been a few 

Perhaps at times a lot

Who struggled with with desire 

To fix her tangled plot 

But knotted up she is

Not quite sure her name

Not quite sure her label 

Not quite sure the blame 

Grey, then white and clean and pure 

Then dark and gloomy, too angry, raged 

All ran, all crept, all left. 

Still, she is my only doll

Fix or just let her be

Still she is my only doll 

I just don’t know, fear me 

Kat

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