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


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