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[smoey]

The porcelain doll sits within the walls of her cruel pink chamber.

The printed animals on the wall mock her with their jovial poses for all of eternity.

Cold is the shelf that has become her home,

Covered in remnants of negligent years.

Time goes on, she remains.

Children grow up, and she remains.

Too fragile to play with,

Too pretty to

Comments

[zarathaz]

I enjoyed your poem, and thus added you as a friend.

[smoey]

sweet, always looking for new friends :)

i look forward to reading your poems!

[zarathaz]

yay, thank you =)

[aponih]

Aw, that was well done, Smo! Did you ever submit to Exit 51 at Masco? :)

[smoey]

unfortunately, i did not. i should have though!

[cherry_blue]

Two-pronged response:

1. DON'T SKIP CLASSES!!! You're paying out of your hoo-hah to go to college, so GO!

2. I do really like the poem, though. :)

[smoey]

thanks and... thanks? hahahaha.

LOVE YOU.