The Magic Doll

I have a magic doll

That that can absorb your pain

Until it is

All gone:

/

In her chest there’s no heart,

No place for warmth nor love –

There’s a hole instead

Where to bury your anger;

/

It is so dark and deep

You can get lost in it,

And lost will be

All your troubles;

/

Once you have poured it all

Into that wound, no, hole,

You will feel stronger

And calmer;

/

I have a magic doll

Who looks like a real girl,

With her porcelain skin

And big turquoise eyes

/

She doesn’t cry nor frown;

She never screams ‘enough’;

She’ll never tell you she can feel your pain

Throb in the void inside the cut

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